I have less two weeks to decide about my life. Where to go? Do I want this or am i just wasting my time again?
I wanna leave this place, go away, move in a small flat with my cat and live there until the end of time. Yes, i’m sick and tired of everithing, I need hugs and kind words, a shoulder to cry on and a lost friend back.
It wasn’t my fault, and wasn’t her, either.
I’m trying, but I can’t reach happiness.