This River Is Wild.

"Should I just get along with myself
I never did get along with everybody else
I've been trying hard to do what's right
But you know I could stay here all night
And watch the clouds fall from the sky
Because this river is wild..."

Been repeating these verses to myself all night long. Maybe because I can relate to the song. It's been like three months since I got really into The Killers' music, even though I knew them back in 2008.
Anyway, has it ever happened to you looking back into the past and realizing everything you've done? People who've hurt you, and vice-versa? Maybe it was your own fault after all. You couldn't fight your inner demons and they created those awful doubts about yourself and the people around you.
However, in these cases, try to sleep through these moments. Don't let them ruin you.
xx.

Internet life.

Internet is simply ruining my relationship with other people. Instead of talking, they only type, type while I'm just sitting there, waiting for an actual sound coming from their mouth...Nope, no reaction.
I really miss old times, when internet was considered a luxury, when only few people used it.
You could actually talk to people, looking in their eyes, discussing about different things, playing cards, etc.
I completely hate how it is now. What's the worse, we feel like we can't do anything to stop it. We're so depended on the internet, that we feel like we're lacking air if the Wi-Fi disconnects for a second.
It sucks. It seriously does. I miss my old friends.

(Based on a real life experience)

Dear friends, suicide is not a joke.

If you ever hear somebody mentioning it, or talking about suicide, please don't ignore these signs. Try to help them. Talk to a mature person, i.e a parent, teacher or psychologist to get help and advices. 
You could save a life.
(Pass on).

A short note to you.

I've been struggling these last days trying to forget how bad I feel for not being next to you, for not living the adventures I had promised myself we would. You know what? It kills me, because I'm being fucking selfish for acting or even thinking this way.
You are finally living your dreams, I always knew you would since you have an enormous potential to even change the whole world if you want to, while I'm just sitting here, trying to figure out how happy I'd be if I was at least a tiny part of your life.
You are and will always be my best friend. I just want you to call me someday and ask me how I have been doing. I miss you.
Please, think of me.

Maybe I care too much.

Much more than needed, much more than the other person does.
But I was made to be like this, to care too much, to give too much love, and not getting anything back.
It's killing me inside, I'm empty, but I'm used to this sh*t.
So, yeah, go ahead, keep killing me, hurting me, destroying what's left from me.
Just remember that someday it will get back to you, in a harder way.
It's called #Karma.

What are we?

Are we real? Or are we just an illusion?
What about life? Is it real, or is it just a nightmare from where we can't wake up?
I need an explanation. I need to know whether this whole nightmare is ever going to end or not. Because I can't keep up with it. I'm tired. I'm consumed.

Save Me.

Sometimes, I hate staying awake at midnight. Maybe because it's the time when my inner demons wake up and murder the bright side of my soul.
And that's how I get depressive and start hating everything. Everyone.
Including myself.
Suicidal thoughts haunt me endlessly .
I'm just stuck in this dark hole, and I need you to get me out of it. Help me!