Oh father, tell me why,
the good guy always fails and the bad ones have it all.
I’m stuck on the red mattress, at 12am, in India, Hyderabad, with 32% of laptop battery left.
Crashed, crushed, broken again and again and again. I’m feeling that the world’s against me. I hate it. I hate myself. I really do. It’s this whole emotional thing that makes me want to end everything. I’m just not good enough. I am lousy. I am bad, gross, mean and incapable of anything good.
