Âge: 22 ans
Date de naissance : 06/03/1994
Why am I here?
the real question is, why am I living?
It's been a few years since I haven't post anything on this shitty blog.
I wanted to.
But, I never did.
I'm feeling like nothing is better than anything.
I'd like to change.
But I can't.
I don't know why, since the beginning, life fucked me.
In many ways.
But, I never felt depressed, or, maybe, depression was not in my vocabulary.
Every single people around me were feeling bad, because of their lives.
And, I felt like, I was not in the right place for complaining.
So, I was smiling, I was giving love.
Unfortunately, I wasn't strong enough.
When he broke me, I was suffocating.
And anxiety, darkness, depression, welcomed me like old friends.
They huged me, and weren't able to let me go.
And I was able to understand, the meaning, of being depressed.
Mentally, and physically.
The redish cuty bad boy was gone.
And the Dark depressed mean boy came alive.
It was like a reborn, or, a redeath.
I remember the last time I tried to kill myself.
What a shame.
Are you scared?
Are you feeling bad?
Or, sorry, I didn't meant to make you feel that way.
But.. you came here...
You came in my...insanity...
I shoulad have warn you...
But I didn't...
Forgive me for that.
I'm Mikaeru, nice to meet you...