So and so..

I'm so not alright.

I don't know what happened to me.

Though I know it's alright to be not alright.

It's not alright when you don't even know the reason behind.

I'm just so sick about myself.

Being emo is indeed torturing.

I can't take this anymore.

Yet it's getting intense.

I don't know how to fix it.

Don't know to to fix myself.

So that it gets better.

I've stop complaining.

No more crying.

Distractions no longer work on me.

I'm getting worse.
Falling into nowhere.

I've failed to make others happy.

Neither I succeeded in entertaining myself.

The time period for "temporary".

It's getting shorter, shorter and shorter.

I have no idea on what to do.

And what to say.

I appear to be annoying to people.

And now I irritated myself.

I hate myself more than anyone does!

After all "hate" is still a feeling right?