Honestly, I often pretend to be brave going everywhere alone.But the truth is, I'm scared. I'm scared of going home late at night alone, I'm scared of heavy rain during the journey. But there's no one I can rely on besides myself.
I really need someone to take care of me, love me, and adore me. Is that too much to ask?
"Sitting on a chair by the beach. Engaging in intimacy in a hotel, holding hands while you drive the car. What is the meaning of all this? Friends? Friends my ball!!!"
I really hate this.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
I know you harbor feelings for me, yet you refuse to confess. You deceive yourself, but a woman's intuition is never mistaken. You torment me greatly. If you do not care for me, then why did you kiss me so tenderly? Why you doing this to me? I know that we're both agree to be just a FRIENDS. But friends don't know the way you taste me, inside me. Is this really necessary?
I have worked hard. I worked like a dog. I studied tirelessly like a caterpillar. My body and mind are extremely exhausted. Yet, I must persevere. I bear these heavy burdens on my own shoulders and waist. I am tired. So very tired.
I want to die.
"Die, you shall die. You will be reborn many times."
If you say that people with mental illnesses lack faith, you are gravely mistaken. We never wanted to be like this. We don't deserve this. Do you think all of this is easy? You have no right to judge us. You have no right to say that we are far from God. You should be offering support to people like us, not judging us from such a negative perspective.