>The world is a cruel place, full of hate, betrayal, fears. You can't trust anyone. If you're open-minded and caring it won't take long until you will lie on the ground, face down. But you will need to stand up. Or you will die.
Noone cares for the weak. But if you can't be strong yourself, you need friends that help you. But how do you know if your friends wouldn't betray you? How do you know? And how can you be alright in a world like this? Is there any way you can be happy? All these tears... If I saved them, I would have bottles of them.
Why is it even me? And why is everyone telling me I am not good enough? Haven't I tried? I want to leave! Who would even care if I wasn't there the other day anymore? Who would care if I broke down and wouldn't be able to get back up anymore? People always think they're better. That's why they start to hate others. I can't breathe like this! It's normal to be desperate. People always aks but never listen.<
She stood on the edge and looked down.
>I'm sick of this. I'm sick of feeling encaged. I am not sorry, nor afraid. Not anymore.<
