I thought I can discuss with you some things you know those things like anything, but I suppose you might got already tired of me, but it's been a year. Can you believe it? A whole fucking year. And I still have feelings to you I mean what the fuck is wrong with me. W h y can't I leave you alone. I wish I could. I wish it as much as I wish to see you, to touch you one more time.
I can't eat, I can't sleep. I mean, I try to sleep as much as possible so I have less hours to exist and more hours to sleep and not to live any of my lives. I love you. I love you. I love you. It doesn't help at all. Nothing helps me at all.
Why can't you just tell me to fuck off. It'd be better for both of us. You will finally get your rest. I will finally get my peace of mind. But Stevie, my queen, said that Love is a state of mind. Let me tell you that the only kind of love that I feel is S u f f e r i n g

обожаю писать письма, которые никогда не дойдут до своего единственно правильного адресата. поэтому я здесь.

my dear, you are the only one, you will always be. Thank you for your appearance, it has turned my life inside out. I will never forget you. Just as well as you said to me that you never forget me.
You are my the sweetest dream and I still can't deal with it.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I did'nt believe in love. I don't believe in love. I love you.
Goodnight, my king

@музыка: dear diary - brazzaville

@настроение: i wanna be sedated

@темы: some days it's hard to be a human being