I'am gradually losing appetite for life. Actually, i've lost it a long time ago, i just don't want to admit it. I've been pretty good at last few months, but i feel like there's someting dead inside me, it's like someting broke inside me. I'am broken. And also i'am psychopath. Sometimes i have bouts of agression, or what to call it. I'm so angry and i really need to break something. I usally just punch to the wall and hurt myself. But i'm trying to not be like that. I'm trying to like myself, even thought I'm not very good at it. I haven't cryed in like a month, except for one stupid boy. But good new-I don't have depressions anymore. I'm so happy about it, but there's someting weird.
I feel weird.
Like I don't feel anything and at the same time, I actually feel everithing.
I feel like I'm so used to it.
Like....Like i miss it.
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Moths on my soul
Mystery / Thriller,,Did you think that i didn't meant to hurt you?" My feelings putted on a "paper" and added a story that won't end the way you thought.
