Oh, I know a few...
"How to embrace the challenge when your arms are chopped off?"
"This satan dude doesn't know when it's enough, does he...?"
"Why can't you sue somebody for mental murder?"
"When suicide is no option"
OK, that sounded pretty depressive I guess. My dad has teamed up with good ole satan to murder me mentally and rip my family apart without even knowing it. Luckily enough my mum luckily enough married another man, but he makes my relation to her very distant, without knowing it. And now she's seriously ill, first it was her back, then it's her vessels (thrombosis), and then she seemed to have a failing stomach, which turned out to be her gall bladder, but now it might be cancer or something serious with her heart. My friends turned their backs on my simply because they couldn't handle my sorrows, complaints and pain.
Sorry - as an admin I should've kept distant, but I can't keep it inside anymore.
Dear God, why don't they sell jars of strenght at the groceries, or real friends? I mean - it could've been something physical with all the drugs and all that, but WHY this way?
Oh damn, I really need a hell of a lot of that... anyone got some spare strength, huh? Cause -to not go too much offtopic- I need at least three tons of it. Three tons of strength, strength, strenght...
Oh, you don't have a clue how to reply? Don't worry... I just had to write it down. No worries.
