Something to say...

Sitting here, feeling depressed
Thinking, Asking myself:

Why do things get even worse when you think they will get better?

Why are your parents the ones that make you feel more like shit when you already feel like it?

Why do you never get a hug when you need it?

Why do people always say that they know you but when you feel like shit they take it as if was your bitchier days?

Why is it eaier to talk to starngers than to the ones you love?

Why is it always the least expected person the first one to notice that something is wrong with you?

Why do boyfriends decide to be a bitch when you are already feeling like crap?

Why do I waste my time writing something that probably no one will read at least two days from today?

Why would somebody care anyway?