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Lately I’ve been writing one of the worst blogs, it seems as if my own demons have invited their own friends into my life, I’ve got demons and tribulations invading my own life. With just coffee and good music to break the silence we’re kneeing the silence was kept without breaking a thing inside; they seem to deliberately be testing me, don’t they know mental health is a real problem? Believe you me if this life’s a test, I quit, I quit. I’d take this life for a walk but we’re too concerned about the future without existence instead of worrying about the existing presence.

“Are you stupid...?”  “When are you moving out...?”

Accompanied by a fake smile just to make it seems as if you’re the demon here, with only one side being considered is there reasons to be good?

At times I listen to music and break without having to report it, instead of informing people that you’re actually hurting, I’d rather listen to music and come out smiling.

“I’m fine...”