Peut-être nous n'avons pas besoin d'amour. Peut-être c'est une aide que nous avons vraiment besoin (Maybe we don't need love after all. Maybe help it what we really need)

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Life is merely a journey to the grave, but to make the journey become a beautiful parade or a dark mourning ceremony is all in your hand.

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nothing special. just a compilation of my feelings. feel free to read or use if it is not my own work (like song lyrics). stealing my own work will not give you any lawsuit, but please respect the owner by not taking any part of the content that is made by me without my acknowledgment and without putting my name on it. :]

July 12, 2015

The Knife, The Dream, and The Silent Night

This will only be a very short writing coz I see no need to write more than few sentences just to show how much I have been through to this. I just need to write, to subdue those who are currently yelling in my ears, asking me to kill myself.

In this life where people with emotional impair are considered as a mere nuisance, I have surprised myself how I can managed not to slit myself and die. And what made me stop was the fact that I wanted to show everyone that I survived.

This is me, having a bipolar disorder with a tendency of schizophrenic symptoms, with no medications, no friends to understand, and no one that can tell unless I tell them that, I try to survive. This is me, trying to focus typing this message while there are voices screaming, demanding me to die. This is me, and I swear I will survive.