I’m not going to lie, I am very unhappy. Most days I struggle with the choice to stay here or to go back. It’s like magic you know.. You take a few shots, get dressed up, buy a pack of ciggies and you’re there again. You’re young. People love you. You’re on fire, you’re confident and you feel so close to your friends and lovers.
But then there’s that moment where it’s about 4 in the morning, half the night is gone from your memory and you need to sit down. You’re competely alone and no matter who you call, you’ll still be alone. You wonder what the fuck happened and you suddenly realise just how shit your life is.
I think I can live without that.
Inscription à :
Publier les commentaires (Atom)
Aucun commentaire:
Enregistrer un commentaire