Age is just a NUMBER

I just need to say what I feel.
Like a poison.
It's kind of nameless blog.
One that I really don't care if someone I know read it.
Seriously.

The 13 cut in this two days.
13/23 I got today.
Before 3 days ago I had only 10. Now 23.
Seriously I'm a broken toy.
And like I say zillion times, who would want a broken toy? Nobody.
And it's true.
Burning truth.
I can almost feel good.
It stop helping me for a long while like it used to be.
It effectiveness is getting lower and lower.
So weird. I'm starting to develop weird facial expressions -THANKS A LOT BOOKS-
I feel stupid.
So stupid.

I hate when I can't cut.
I feel weak.
I hate be weak.
I hate that so much that I want to kill myself. But I'm afraid so it's a weak.
I want to do something like fall in love with the one who oves me back and we can be together.

I hate being young.
No one in my friend get it that I'm mature then hey are that I need to evolve backwards for them.
I am 7, 14, 32 and 67 in one body.
I'm sharing Point of views.
Being childish it's 7.
Have pain and being crazy it's 14.
Regret and Be upset it's 32.
Be glad and think twice it's 67.
And I'm in 13-14 in body.
11 in age.
Random people think that I'm 12-14.
The ones who know me know that I'm 11.
Shame that I stuck.
SHAME.

I want shower and watch TV with my mom.

My advice: Do something good for someone. No matter who. Just do it.