Buried

I don't know what's wrong. I'm just getting even more paranoid these days. After knowing what people think, after hearing what people say, it's just so... Ouchhh... undescriptive. Sighhh...

How can I get an answer?

How can I know if it was me?

How can I mend those things?

I'll never let that thing affect me UNLESS they're really giving me the eyes of evils.

I shall never be-friend with evils.

Just go away from me - EVILS.

Initiative was never a thing for me. I'll just bury everything here. Once I leave here, I'll be living in another world of my own. Right now, I'm just shifting in between two life(s). Censoring up. If ya' know anything, just tell me. I don't mind if people's asking me. But I'll just never voice it out. Somehow, it's just so personal. And it was not my fault in any ways. Hm...

"A CLOWN - A laughing-stock for people"