domingo

so, friday i couldn't sleep. i wake up at least 6 times in that night, friday to saturday. it was no good. i dreamed about you and that girl, i dreamed that you were already with her. that you were in fact with her, for real, and that was for last. i wake up 6 times in that night, always about to cry, believing that you were with her. tears for fear(s). you are with her, i realize - and that's no good. it would be so much easier for me not to have you around. not have to see your face every single day. it's ridiculous, but it causes me such a pain. sometimes i really wish i would never met you. it's so fucking idiot, i'm so fucking desperate about you. so go away now, i don't wanna see you anymore. go fucking away, go.

2 comentários:

  1. I know what you mean :/ *

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  2. Quando escreves soa tudo bem, mesmo que esteja triste.
    E sim, querida, era a minha mommy.

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