segunda-feira, 10 de dezembro de 2007


I am so tired of feeling these things, but stopping is impossible. When I woke up today, everything was kind of perfect, I was so calme. But now I'm terribly sad and I don't want to do anything. I hate this and I reallyreallyreally try to kill it [but I cannot]. That's why I will do my best to stop with this shit. It must be madness, but... sometimes the word suicide comes to my mind, and, in my deep despair, it stays for a while. I can't handle this pain anymore, it hurts a lot. It's not a sort of drama, it's my reality. I just want to hide myself, to forget everybody and anything, but there's a thing [a feeling] that takes me here.
The price is the pain. The pain for the happiness.

I don't have too much to talk about, I just need. Yeah, need...

Um comentário:

Nina disse...

I agree when you say there's a price. Felt this really strongly this year. Somehow, something is given, but something is taken. But, still, better feel than don't.