Garbage
I am garbage. At least this is what I have been feeling for the past week or so. I don't know why, but I feel like the scum of the earth and that all of it should just end. What is wrong with me? Well, there's an easy answer for that. EVERYTHING. Anyways, I don't know what to do with myself. What am I supposed to do to stop feeling like such shit? So far, I have created one solution. There is a certain tune I began to hum when I am feeling these emotions.
Man in a goose, I am a ma-an in a goose.
Yes, this verse is very weird and unusual, but so am I. It comforts me when I'm feeling down, you could say. Don't judge me because this makes me feel happy. It will only cause me to feel more like shit.
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