I've given up on friends
Games
Work
Motivation
Stories
Hobbies
But, for some reason no matter what the circumstances
Despite all my mood swings and all the ups and downs
I can't give up on me
I'm always trying to tweak myself
To reach a point where I'm happy with who I am
This is probably why I'm too scared to kill myself
I've become so engrossed of improving myself
That suicide is like
Throwing all my hard work away into a pit of fire
I'm still trying to unlock the wildest parts of me
Little by little, over the course of these past months, I can't really evaluate myself just yet
This project I'm doing
Project "Me"
Will continue for the rest of my life
Let see what happens
~I wish someone could "analyze me to death"
I smiled with these thoughts implanted in my head under a shade on a rainy day after school
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