Zarrix
Well-known member
I hate my mind sometimes, because it is so damn brittle. Just one stuff-up/ putdown and you are depressed for the rest of the day. Damn it sucks. For example at work yesterday, my ear caught a conversation where they may of been talking negatively about me. After that I felt sick and wanted to be a lone. Then someone pulled a sneaky joke about my nervousness.
It sucks going out of the house like this, knowing your happiness is like brittle glass, one hit and it smashes all over the place.
It sucks going out of the house like this, knowing your happiness is like brittle glass, one hit and it smashes all over the place.