To whom it may concern, I'm the same.
I we are born to die and we all die to live, then what's the point of living life if it just contradicts?
I've been beaten, I've been bruised, I was left for dead as well.
What really bothers me, what gets me mad, is when people don't know the story, but then pretend like they know the story. That's what bothers me. That's what makes me mad.
All that I've learned has faded away.
I just write from how I feel. As an outlet.