Raving again, for God's sake.

Everyone of us thinks differently, thus when we don't communicate, frictions occur, causing unhappiness to arise.

We all have different views about 1 single thing, you think that it's important, while I don't think so. Tell you what, my parents had never left work earlier just to bring me out for dinner, ever. You think it's sad? But no, there are so many other things that you could do to maintain a tie, it's just how you want to manage your own time, isn't it?

What's so hard with communicating? What's so hard with communicating? WHAT'S SO HARD WITH COMMUNICATING?

I know, it's whom you're communicating with. YOU'RE SCARED. Just admit it and I won't laugh, cos everyone is.

When are all these fucking raves and bellows gonna be over?

Tell me, for God's sake.

It's been happening to everyone. They hit with the problem, they're afraid, they hide and they run, to a faraway land and never come back. It's a cycle, a cycle, a cycle and it's dragging me in. It doesn't pay to be kind, seriously.

Kill yourself, I'd more than happy.