it's been a weird couple of days. i don't really know how i feel about this all. i don't really want to think, i'd want to keep me inside a closet for all my bad times.
remember.
remember really makes you scared, thinking of the day it all be ended. and you'll never get a change for another kiss, another great desert, another walking by the sea. another nothing, with no other, you won't be there.
i'd hate to know that this is my last day and i spent it sat on the living room pretending it's all about the next day.
i need to smoke. i need to be aware of myself.
i need to wake up and live today like if it is my last.
i need to sleep, really, without dreamming, without thinking.
i'd love to be sure.




i went insane.