no whining. Everyone is stressed out and sometimes in a bad mood, all have too much load on his back, which nobody wants to hear! I will now but still, so I can decide. Heulkrampf or sick. Does the world want to kill me? When people kill the world, it would be understandable if the world wanted to kill us! Instead, we ourselves are to blame, I'm to blame. I think it's getting worse, always strict, I want to close your eyes and open them again only when the bins are dropped from my back. I want to cry all the time. Without Push-lump in throat. Can anybody look into the eyes. Mama's notice. But I can tell her anything because I know it myself, what's going on. I do not want the graduation trip, I'd much rather just have a day to sleep. Without obligation. Without pressure. Without Kack. Sometimes I manage to arrange a few moments last night on the wet terrace, two or three minutes, breathing smoke and plugs in my ears, I almost fell asleep, I felt free for five long seconds. Just now, as from my Reggae-Cd of Offbeat began to play. It helps though. But after only a moment, everything is gone and I feel like before: hollowed out by force, scooped out like a hundred immature melons. Can not understand what's happening at the moment everything. It needs to change. Please. Do not say a fucking word and I'll scream at you.
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