bullshit

Such a perfect title. That is all im living. Doing. God. Painting these images of myself. I still don't know myself. And face it. All of this shit. My romances. Friends. Half of them are nothing...hell. the reason you don't try to plan a Bros night is you don't care...

I should probably lose this self hatred and inferiority complex...

And trust someone...I don't care who reads it here...but can't talk to anyone...


I am a hypcritical coward...

Nothings changed...