Is it too late to die?

She woke up too early. Not even a part of her was curious to see a new day rising. She wished that she could just melt into her bed. And the last two hours of sleep time passed by her as she was praying that someone would just come and take her away. She was so sick of her too small world that killed her, just because nothing ever changed. It was just ordinary. Usual. Plain. Every fucking day. But just like always she still went out to her tiny world. Faking a smile isn't that hard, you know.
She needed air. She needed space. She needed to live. She needed to escape. Escape these dead pale city lights that screamed her name.

Hello hello.
Well I've finally decided that since now I'm just gonna pretend happy even when my psyche is trying to kill me. :) And yes I hate pretending, but see how this --> :) makes you more satisfied than this --> -.- ? So I guess I'm doing a favor to my friends if I don't talk about what's really on my mind, ever again. :) 

Yaaay ain't this world a better place already when we add some fake smiles and laughs somewhere in the middle of this fucking acting??? :)

And about my day: I visited my brother and bought that book.

Almost forgot, :) :) :) :)
Have a nice life <3

God damnit.