Sometimes I simply can't breathe. I just have to tell someone that. That sometimes I want to lay down on the floor and cry. I can't breathe. Just can't. Because everything is so wrong, misunderstood and sometimes I even hate myself.Then I hate myself a little bit more for hating myself. And then you have to go out in the world, smile and think 'Oh, I'm so lucky' even if you don't feel so inside.
People say I pressure myself too much. Then they turn around and say 'You only live once'.
