Mentally ill Beginnin' of writin' the 11th of May The end of the writin' of the 12th of May
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Everyone says, “What are you doing? What, are you sick?" And I tell them "yes". All the walls In my house are Broken in the trash, Everything here's killed in shit, Is it 'cause I'm fuckin' sick? Hahaha... Hahaha... I've been sick for a week... Now... I'mma speak... Like fucking Russian. In a dream, I see mentions, I wanted to drink a potion, With fucking vodka, This alcohol kills my mind, He kills my mind from the inside... I do not know... Is that right? This is my view, These hallucinations make me paranoid, I'll soon fall into the void, I will have vomiting soon, I don't see what is around me, Is it a bottle of wine? I don't understand, why ghosts are here? Or am I a schizophrenic? I've been sick for a week... Maybe, I need to drink antibiotics, I just feel nauseous, Fucking pants are all torn, I need to turn off Animal mod, I'm just standing... In my room Every night I wait when I feel better, At my address there are many haters, It’s as if the gears are spinning in my head, I don't read prayers, I don't wanna count how many tears I have already shed, My eyes are always red, I don't wanna get... I don't wanna be mad, I don't want to create anything, I don't want to receive other things, I only take beer.. Hahaha... What that fuck? This luck spits right in my face, Why? After all, we got along so well... I thought it would last forever, But now we never get along, She always looks after my affairs, And never helps, Sometimes even makes me traps, Now she's only a corpse for me, I don't know what will happen next with me, Maybe I will die? Idk... Only fate knows what will happen next with me... "I'm mentally ill," "Nobody knows... What I feel," "These hallucinations drive me crazy," "My wrists are already frozen.." "My brain isn't dying?"
2019-06-23 18:50:05
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Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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ENGLISH;I am happy, when the sun shines bright and your smile is genuine.I am sad,when the rain pours down and your eyes flood with tears.I am angry,when you lie and are selfish.I am jelous,when you spend your time with everyone but me.I am excited,when I know I have a day ahead with only you.I am worried,when your promises are slipping away from my reach.I am heartbroken,when you prove to me I will forever be alone.I am scared,when my nightmares turn into a reality.I am lonely,when you walk away for good.I am so damaged,when you break my heart over and over again.. I am tired,when I feel all these emotions at once.I feel so alone,that I'm starting to like it that way.I feel too many emotions,and that's what makes me human.I feel things,and that is something I'm not capable of stopping.I am not going to hide away my emotions,because without them I mean nothing,with out them I am nothing. Lillian *Sorry about errors* RUSSIAN; Фамили счастлив, когда ярко светит солнце и "твоя улыбка искренняя". Мне грустно, когда льет дождь, а твои глаза наполняются слезами. Я злюсь, когда ты лжешь и эгоистичен. Я болею, когда ты проводишь время со всеми, кроме меня. Я взволнован, когда я знаю, что у меня впереди только один день. Я волнуюсь, когда твои обещания ускользают от моей досягаемости. Я с разбитым сердцем, когда ты Докажи мне, что я навсегда останусь один. Мне страшно, когда мои кошмары превращаются в реальность. Я одинок, когда ты уходишь навсегда. Я так поврежден, когда ты разбиваешь мне сердце снова и снова .. Я устал , когда я чувствую все эти эмоции одновременно. Я чувствую себя настолько одиноким, что мне это начинает нравиться. Я чувствую многие эмоции, и это то, что делает меня человеком. Я чувствую вещи, и это то, что я Я не собираюсь прятать свои эмоции, потому что без них я ничего не значу. Лилиан и моя дорогая подруга Фиалка Я скучаю по ультрафиолету LILLIAN xx
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