
In this life I live two lives.I. Did. It.I robbed a bank.I mean.. Throwing things down into a pit of fire. I believe they have a word for this these days. I prefer to think of it as the other way.Should I even study though it isn't one least bit interesting at all? My grades are total shits I think I've completely given up & not even trying at all. Day in day out, I'm lying. Why carry out this futile task of life? Why are some people so happy while others so miserable? Thse terrible thoughts...