Kallen Stadtfeld.
So good. Too bad i am both an illusionary hero and a lazyass. 
. I hate thinking. That makes you dizzy.
Also.. "I am still every so concerned about... failure."
No limits for the perfection, right? No matter what you do, you know you can be a liiiiitle bit better. Just one more step. Just little bit more. an inch!
Screw this sometimes. Noone is still perfect, and that's annoying as hay. I still can't live with this one. I survive. Not literally. Emotionally i survive. Dealing with shit, trying not to suicide. hay, the thought of suicide is sometimes so warm. I mean, there will be nothing stoping me from this when my parents will be.. you know.. dead. every pony i talk to thinks i am a good pony. Carring. Because i do care about ponies around me. If i like them i care. I'm trying my best to not lie. But what's the point in the end? If i die now, i won't make some pony's day better. I'll just spend air and resources.. I can't do anything. You name things, i tell you i can't do them. Or don't know about them. All i can do is to play games, coz this way time passes faster. Friends? I'm tired of meeting with not perfect at all ponies. I like you, Neveda, for instance, but we can't chill together while having lunch while you casually talks about scince you do. I'd like to do that, for example. I like you. But no, the other side of the earth. Not interested in looking around nearby. Annoyed too much. So much. Marks for survival as well. To remind yourself to be sharp. To listen to your instincts. To survive every other day then go to bed. Or to be locked in one moment. Either a memory or a need.
This work literally kills me, lol. i have so much time to blame myself.
. I hate thinking. That makes you dizzy.Also.. "I am still every so concerned about... failure."
No limits for the perfection, right? No matter what you do, you know you can be a liiiiitle bit better. Just one more step. Just little bit more. an inch!
Screw this sometimes. Noone is still perfect, and that's annoying as hay. I still can't live with this one. I survive. Not literally. Emotionally i survive. Dealing with shit, trying not to suicide. hay, the thought of suicide is sometimes so warm. I mean, there will be nothing stoping me from this when my parents will be.. you know.. dead. every pony i talk to thinks i am a good pony. Carring. Because i do care about ponies around me. If i like them i care. I'm trying my best to not lie. But what's the point in the end? If i die now, i won't make some pony's day better. I'll just spend air and resources.. I can't do anything. You name things, i tell you i can't do them. Or don't know about them. All i can do is to play games, coz this way time passes faster. Friends? I'm tired of meeting with not perfect at all ponies. I like you, Neveda, for instance, but we can't chill together while having lunch while you casually talks about scince you do. I'd like to do that, for example. I like you. But no, the other side of the earth. Not interested in looking around nearby. Annoyed too much. So much. Marks for survival as well. To remind yourself to be sharp. To listen to your instincts. To survive every other day then go to bed. Or to be locked in one moment. Either a memory or a need.
This work literally kills me, lol. i have so much time to blame myself.