It all comes down to me being useless. Being a failure. Being a fucking ass-hole.
Well, I'm more or less used to it already. Not much of a difference, since then...
It has always been this way... Always.


Perhaps, I'm just hiding under a strong character. After all, I'm not much of a difference from others. I'm still a coward inside. Tear of that mask, and the true colours will show.

I'm still the same. Faking that smile. Pretending to be fine. Its seriously is gonna kill me someday. I want to break free from this- mask? I wanna be free from this- suffering? I want to be... me!