frippestylee

i try to hard to be the one i was, and i can't understand how mutch that's falling apart.
I stop doing things to myself, cause i really knew that i was alive, but i don't know anymore.
I need to do this, so i finally know that i'm not gone yet, so i won't stop fighting.
I don't love life, but i love things in it, things that drags me back and keep me going on.
i love everybody, but i don't know if everything is going to be like what i'm dreaming off.

live for everything and die for nothing.

so i keep on living, untill i die for nothing..