After so many months it happened again, it was bound sooner or later.

The worst part? I can't tell you because you have your own shit to deal with.

But as I sit here shaking, bleeding, hurt, I think to myself, maybe it was better if.. I don't even know.

There goes my good day, so fuck you.

No one cares about my study, namely my parents. That hurts too.

Welcome back depression, long time no see.