Hazardous.

A wave of nausea runs through my veins. Once again, I am all over the place. Nothing is the same everyday. It is clear to me that I can never trust anyone else. Even me. Apparently, I am my own enemy. I am so disgusted by my own being...

I hate everything around me. The people I look up to just appear as mean as the demons in my sleep. I am not me at all. I do not know who to turn to right now. I am certain as hell I only got my soul to get my through the fucking day....

You are never there when I needed you most. You are never there when I needed someone to talk to. You can never be there when I needed someone to hold onto. You shrug me off, like the piling dust on your shoulder. You treat me like shit. You are no better than the rest of them. In fact, you are just like them...

I really hate to stereotype you. But, you simply hurt me every single time I need to hear me. You put words in my mouth. You intentionally have to blatantly accuse me. You just have to make me cry. You put me through so many emotions...

Perhaps it is the knowledge of knowing that I can never be apart from you. You seem to be relishing on that fact and hence, taking maximum advantage of the fucking situation. You are so pathetic without me. Your ego is way bigger than your love for me....

Everywhere I go, my problems seem to stick with me. They keep coming back for more. Why me? Why? Why? Why?

You are supposed to make things better. Make me better at least. I need a cure for this disease. I hate what I am going through right now. It is so painful. I am on the verge of destruction. Maybe suicidal is not so bad after all...