You really wanna make me die. I'll never be good enough for you. You think that I hardly sick. It's truth, but it never become better. Just because I sick of you. It's hit me and kick me and make so much pain. Do you know something in psychology. I'm sure not. Oh, sorry, you think you know how to make me better? You so self-confident. How can't I pretend? It doesn't matter that this pretense make me worth. My life should change with one step. I think it will be impact. It beginning at the moment. Do you trust me so much to leave me alone? Otherwise you have to hide all sharpy thing from my way. I can kill myself even with pad. Do you know me like you want? Do you believe in my words when you look in my eyes?