Forget it. Fucking killed my mood to do anything.

I'm letting all this shit trouble me, killing myself gradually.

Thank you for constantly fucking my life up.

I hope you're happy. As you mug for your O levels, without a single trace of me in your mind.

Of course, I don't mean a thing to you, I don't matter, not a single bit.

I'm just a stranger, all you know about me is my name.

Now it has come to this, even though I didn't do anything to you? Did I kill you family or something?

Oh yeah, I disturbed you. Or something like that. I don't know.

I don't even know why you mean so much to me.

I don't know anything anymore.

I was doing fine, ignoring all that shit that keeps happening to me.

Whereas when it's an issue which concerns you, I'd lose it.

Not like you fucking care.

And what, my friend gives up on talking to me.

Well, thanks, that's very supportive of you.

Once more, I'm killing myself over people who don't give a shit whether I live or not.

What the fuck am I doing.

Why am I letting all this shit trouble me so?

People have issues too, but they're getting over that, and living well.

What makes me so different from them? What makes me look worse off than them when they have far greater troubles?

Because I'm taking this way too far. And I can't stop myself.

Fuck.