Life. Sucks.

My life sucks.

Everything about me does.

My skin refuses to heal.
My fingers refuses to move.
My wallet refuses to fill.
My brain refuses to work.
People refuses to hire me.


Why am I born in this family, where I shouldn't be, where I don't belong. But as much as I complain about this, I can't do anything about it.
What can I actually do? Leave this house? Find a job on my own? Support myself?
Where can I stay?
My bank is empty, much thanks to my parents who loved to use it. Yes, 'loved'. Past tense. Simply because there's nothing left for them to use anymore.


People refuses to believe. What a flawless facade I've created for myself huh.


Her life is pretty screwed up as well. But at least she has he who cares.
Whatever happened to mine.


Life. Sucks.

It totally does.


Is there light?

Will there ever be one?