Killer of Joy

I can’t take your so-called “jokes”. I’m killer of joy. I’m miserable. I talk harshly and sarcasm. I feel dreadful most of the time. I take things seriously, and see them pessimistically.

And now, of after losing so much, I don’t fucking care if I lose anybody else anymore. I’m done with the assholes! I am no longer think its necessary to bear with the assholes. Go ahead saying I’m rude or what the shit you want.

Sshhh !
 ” Sometimes it takes losing everything you have, to finally grow and find yourself.”

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