There goes,

My holidays are over, ruined, kapoot. SERIOUSLY, its like its in a dustbin. I mess everything up, im sorry to everyone. Im sorry and now its over. I had the chance to make it, and not its over. FUCKK. I wish i could take it back you know. My phone bill is 1100bucks. What the hell! Grrrhhh thats it. Now its overr. Im falling apart and breaking apart, from this life. Im so messed up and fucked up. I wanna run, run from this fucking life. Run from this controlling and unfree life. I need freedom and i need it badly. I need it to make me cool off, but now its over.