I hate this time of the year. I hate this fucking Holiday/Christmas season. I'm tired of this horrible hot days already, and summer hasn't even officially started yet. I hate rainy days like today. I hate the fact that I have to leave my warm room just to go inside a dirty train on a day no one has to go to work.

I'm sick of everyone being happy and nice when all I really want to do is fucking run.

And just to add some more darkness into the mix, I'll share my naked mind with you.


I hate the fact that I have no answers.

I hate seeing my grandma crying.

I would kill myself just so my mom wouldn't have breast cancer.




LISTENING TO: IAN LOVE