Shit, shit, shit. Not good. I think I am in 1ov3.
I can't even spell it or say it out loud to myself. It sucks really, cause there is no way of me telling you, and there's no way you will (ever) know. That's bad.
I even dreamt of you (us) the other day and it was so real I had to open my eyes and look in the room to make sure you were not really there. It was NOT a good idea of you to wake me up just to say goodnight the other day, it made my brain confused.
Shit, I don't like pretending that everything is fine now,
this whole friendship thing is just hypocritical,
well I mean, I do see you as my friend and all, but, whatsoever, moreover, however,
you know what I mean.
Why can't you feel the same and do something about it? Why can't you just have the epiphany and figure it all out by yourself? I would travel the other side of the world, or the universe, if you asked me to. Is that what you meant when you asked if I would be coming back?
Or was it a general question in general? Is my condition too bad, my doctor?
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| London street 2012 |
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