Hello, space mariners. Or maybe aliens or innocent bystanders. I’m almost alone on this planet sometimes. I’m not used to write or chat in this language, so be merciful if I’m making some awful mistakes.
Today I feel a little bit pathetic than usual. But I don’t think about cutting myself or jumping from eighth’s floor. I don’t know why.
I can go on with my live. It’d boring or interesting, or maybe even  funny sometimes.  Or I can stop it.
Both choices are equal for me sometimes.
I want to cry, but i cannot. I want to cry and whimper in someone’s arms. But there is nothing but cold and deadly asteroids shining in my window  so I keep my mouth shut and pretend that I’m just joking.
There was a nice guy. I really liked him. But I know I’m not good enough. He didn’t even noticed scars on my hips. He didn’t care or maybe he just forgetful.
I want to become a doctor and actually study to get a diploma, but I’m so weak, useless so don’t know what kind of doctor I will become.
I know I need to work hard and be happy about being healthy and alive. But I can’t.
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You know, I cut myself on my hip so that no one will notice (I hope that your own have not occured in the same manner mine did). The name for this post is Fucking Realitiy. Life’s a *****. But, then again, how do we truely know that it’s different from death? Keep going. maybe you’ll get somewhere.