everything is fucking rotten. i m sorry but i cannot talk to you or anyone else on this computer anymore. i do not know who or what you really are and i am done with these games. with your mysterious computer game title that you would not explain that one time. i dont trust you or anyone else i cannot see from here on. sorry. maybe ill see you again sometime.
dont take it personally. my parent's think i am completely unstable and are no longer going to help me wiht my studies here. i dont know whats real and whats not anymore. i dont know who im really talking to when i write you. i dont know what is real and make believe anymore around me. i have to go drop out of school, find a job, and a new place to live now. take care.
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happens man, this happens, i also got sick about this, anyways i keep peeking in it, anyways we always get lost and things keep changing with no real change somewhere inside, there where we sometimes look at our eyes and i like to sing you a song with some distance and some love sometimes, miss ya girl you have some kind of spell on me i think
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