somehow I always write something when my mind is sorrow...
I thing that this always the only time to say how I realy feal in my own strage way

I live in a world where time after time, one person after an other doesen't need me anymore
They only talk to me when they need something, when I shood do for them something...

I hate it... this dame way of live... and hope for an end...

Sometimes I try to change my livestile but it doesn't work...
...I met new people who are unhappy with their life and I help them in a strange way always to find their new happy end...
...but this happy end is without me...
...after this... they don't need me anymore...


I don't deserve this... this is cheating... =_=

Always when I have a problem I try to solve it... but now I have a big problem...
...I swore myself that I hold on , two years...
only two years waiting anymore... but this seems not to work...
do I realy have to leave this place?