Well I guess I start hating the way how some chemistry, my brain or whatever is making a fool of me.
Someone should have waken me up long long time ago....
There are things I cannot affect. And I honestly wish I could do so.
When is all your life based on some fucked up fantasy. Some hopeless hope or a picture you stare at... What is this life about? Does it really worth to live something like this?
I would sacrifice so much, just to make the dream come true...
However. I think I just woke to one strange day. This morning I felt like someone has stolen my pink glasses.
Oh my God I want them back.
I loved the world I lived. This intoxication of happiness to whom I didn't need any drogs. I loved it so much more that this - let's face it - lonely life of some loser unable to open himself to new people.
Come anyone, give me back what was stolen from me.
I might need one very specific hug again.
Need the feeling.
And what I have?
One virtual life. Dreams. And a picture to stare at.
Sad....
18 Sept 2011
Cannot get rid of him....^^
She says, "This man's gonna be my death
'Cause he's all I ever wanted in my life
And I know he doesn't know my name
And that all the girls are all the same to him
But still I've got to get out of this place
'Cause I don't think I can face another night
@Emilie Autumn
....sounds somehow familiar to me :D
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