Now I have to write, after two hours of talk in the morning. Because I need to apologize to the five o'clock. So sorry, so many things, but above all, for having cried earlier that all I do is to make me shit. Because if I need to leave here, not for you, or will ultimately be for both.
I'd tell you everything you missed in my life. Those days, five years ago when I went for the first time by the body and soul that feeling of being with someone with whom you want to share a lifetime. Then I would have loved to return that day the school and tell you that she and I had decided to break your heart, for those things in life that indicate that "this is better."
but failed. And what's done is done. Too much time.
are sometimes late.
'm from collapse and reality. I do not want to get in my life. I do not know where to begin to let go.
Today I have a fucking certainty, nothing fixed. Although it sounds trite, only that something has to change. Starting with me.
And this is me trying to write without equivocation or decorated. It is true, never goes well, but I try.
I still shaking, and perhaps forever, now I'm starting to understand (me).
This is a break, some things have to be broken. And shattered, I have to be reborn.
Definitely this is my only certainty: more crap we do, we will always love.
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