Bugbog
Is God picking on me? Lately I feel so depressed and tired. I’m not asking to be perfect, all I’m asking is to be happy and that I can tell myself that I’m good with something.
Sometimes I just wish that Id disappear and turn into nothingness. Others are moving on but not me. Maybe it’s my fault, maybe it’s my fathers, I don’t know, Is it Gods’? There’s no one to blame, but if there is, the blame is on me. Why? I don’t know.
I feel so helpless. I’m becoming ashamed of what I’m turning into. Turning into what?, turning into nothing. I am so confused right now, so so so confused. I can’t tell anyone but myself.
This pain in my heart let it stop. I’m hurt
God, oh please God, slow things down for me.
Sometimes I just wish that Id disappear and turn into nothingness. Others are moving on but not me. Maybe it’s my fault, maybe it’s my fathers, I don’t know, Is it Gods’? There’s no one to blame, but if there is, the blame is on me. Why? I don’t know.
I feel so helpless. I’m becoming ashamed of what I’m turning into. Turning into what?, turning into nothing. I am so confused right now, so so so confused. I can’t tell anyone but myself.
This pain in my heart let it stop. I’m hurt
God, oh please God, slow things down for me.

