Today not to write, only I want to write. Today is one of those days where I need to drown my sorrows with alcohol, snuff and a few lines. Today it is better to write something to stay forever, to be lost between past memories and the things that is best ever express.
Today I start talking about my feelings, explain to those who interest me that not everything in me is fine, as usual I can pretend. Today I feel the need to tell the world that exists in my typical melancholy is not only that, but now has a reason. Today I discuss whether my expectations for what I hold in my life is just a person who is at my side. Today
sadness strikes me as a bunch of rabid dogs, feels c
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