imalex's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wounded This life I live seems to always hit me somehow. I am never really sure where I am going, and I certainly get knocked down enough to feel the need to give up. Yet here I stand, feeling like a piece of shit, and wanting to never see another person for the rest of my life, but with a uniform on and a fake smile on my face. I am so full of lies. And I've used them for so long to protect myself from the sad life I lived for so long. 1:03 p.m. - 2011-07-27 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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