I’m on a verge of crying. Or shouting, wherever feels more releasing.
‘I cannot do the same mistakes’, ‘I cannot keep making my friends as my ear to talk to’, ‘I cannot feel lazy’, ‘I cannot look ugly’, ‘I cannot be annoying’, ‘I’ll never find love’, ‘I don’t know what real love is’, ‘I cannot…’
ENOUGH!
I’m tired of reading overdramatic things and believing them as it is!
Yes, I think you’re wrong, completely wrong. And I believe that, yes, good writers can describe love. And darling, you’re being so histrionic – it have been only 3 months, suit yourself, please.
Call it whatever! Frustration by not being as happy? Yes, I believe is that too. But I cannot help to notice how theatrical seems what you’ve written.
And you know what? Life does not have ‘happily ever after’.
If you’re lost, please read this.
…
Why do you haunt me, why?
Argh, I was so damn happy this week, I took only a meager dream to unsettle me of my happiness.
I need someone to talk to, but I do not want to bother anyone.
Meh, in the end I’ll end up calling someone anyway.
Way to go.
Should I call an asylum?
~Vanny
