Last call. I do not know whether I

Last call. I do not know whether I'm cynic or just simply angry at the whole world, but these sentimental farewell celebration for me at the heart. Who is crying, bge who is sitting just who drowned memories, bge and I wound bleeding. Rankling scar, which moves completely confused the school year. I envy those in school - is a fascinating repository of memories, bge which are a shame to leave. School left in me no end of anger, pain, sadness, loneliness, disappointment, fear, distrust, cynicism, hate people. All twelve years draw to a close, smoldering in my mind all day, when I wanted to die. That's what school is for me. It smells to me suicidal thoughts. I want all these things supelytų and disappear, burn and turn into ashes memories. bge I want to get out and never no more fifteen, which is honestly wanted to die, before falling asleep every time he wanted nebeišvysti morning. Fifteen, which had a detailed plan on how susitraiškyti skull on the railway track. I want the failed attempts to drown in the bathroom would never have existed. I want to be a nasty scar on the thigh did not closely resemble anything. I want to forget school, delete it from the memory board up the doors and not to release the beast that I've been so relentless expansion. I thank myself that I am still that did not give up and thank Syd, I never in a strange friend to whom I should bge give half of his soul. This is a man who helped to realize who I am, and did not fall further below.
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