I am my own murderer
my blood is boiling. sucking it all wants me to hurt someone without a reason at all. i felt all the pain and i’m about to crack. I have no one to talk to. I have no one to dish all my feelings. i am hurting inside and i don’t know how to remove it. maybe i’ll let myself be electricuted. would it be wise? or how about i’ll get a hammer and hit myself until my brain will be squish and the flesh and blood will scatter all the floor. well, that’s not nice. i felt vomiting now. what a crazy idea.
until i heard the song "Hakuna Matata"
it goes like this:
Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase
Hakuna Matata! Ain’t no passing craze
It means no worries for the rest of your days
It’s our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna–
easy to say ‘no worries’ huh? But it helps, though..
So i guess i’ll just have to say…
HAKUNA MATATA everyone!!!
