The Perishers.
I love.

I've been repressing the depression that it has eaten up into me.
It has taken a toll on my health.
Now, I left with a feverish mind, body and soul.
My health is proof of what I've been battling.
Bitchings, hypocrisy.

For once, leave me alone while I dwell on my sad pathetic life story.

I am paddling my own canoe.
Did I ever needed help?
NO
Did I ever get help?
NO
Did I ever asked for help?
That my friend, Is the very question that is buring my brains at this moment.

Those who are gone, are gone.
I believe it is not worth my time chasing after dreams.
There is no point mending broken bridges,
So I'll go.
Nice GIRLS finish last, I'd say.