EMO

I know.
My fault.

The girl is not like a girl.
Rude.
Inconsiderate.
Poor appearance.
Not smart.
Bad habits.
Always like crazy in front of others.
Whether image.
However.
How many people know my heart want to?
Who would know that it is just a camouflage.
In fact.
I know.
For others it is just does not matter.
Some people will not care because I am almost unhappy....

No one will care about me in the better life is not good.
Never mind.
I'm used to it.
So I pretended everything does not matter.
In fact.
You do not know.
I pretend not care.
But I took it to heart.

I tried to do my own work.
But ye can not do a hundred points.

I know I was poor.
I know I am useless.
I know I give up.

Do people really want to find a treat themselves.
So difficult?