Don't you guys know writes messages? I mean... No voice, no one.
I was capable to hide my wounds and S thoughts, I mean, it is easy to hide a call.
You also did it when talking to her...

And yet again I'm mad. With you? With me? With the world? F everyone, anyways I know I'm nobody to no one.
Now I hate everyone but I hate myself more, and maaan just screaming to me makes me go through the rabbit hole my mind is.

IT'S NOT MY PROBLEM BUT MY CHEST HURT, I DO CARE, I DO CARE, I WILL BE CLOSING THE DOOR YOU COULD JUST SAID YOU WERE ON A CALL
WELL F YOU TOO

It's not me, it's not me, it's not me, it's not me, it's not me, it's NOT ME, ITS NOT ME

You didn't have to be that rude, I mean, I was about to close the door...
But I guess that, as always, I am just an inconvenience

Son mis límites y debo respetar los, aunque te duela y aunque ME duela. Porque si sigo dejando que rompan la línea por mendigar un poquito de apreciación entonces voy a volver al hoyo de dónde salí