It's falling apart. There's my mother who refuses to go to a therapist and rather makes me feel awful with her stories...
There's my father who needs an operation but refuses to go to hospital because he's worried about me...
There's my girlfriend who I'm constantly driving mad...
There's school where the teachers seem to think that I have no other problems than homework...
hm... constant factor: me. I should finally get the courage to end it all.
Everyone keeps on telling me that I spend too much time sunken in other worlds (since I
keep on reading fanfic and playing video games and collecting pictures from the internet).
But they should try once living in my world.








