My soul is fucked so hard that I can't take another breath anymore. Infected by a solitude. I don't care about anything. Nirvana in which I've been living for last three months has disappeared. Only love makes me living now. I'm not strong enough to stay away from all the temptation. It has just caught me while I was so vulnerable and weak. I'm not as good as somebody else. And I know it. Now I am here, so lonely and breakable. Just watching the world I was living in. Keep breathing. Suddenly, there isn't a difference between guilty and the innocence.
Everybody is looking for some ...happiness. Everlasting happiness and satisfaction is all they're talking about. All of them. No words can say how I feel exactly, at the moment. I'm sorry about that but I swear it's true.
I knew somebody, who used to tell me everytime I feel so disappointed and deprived, that
There's always hope.
