Let me fill you.

Sometimes when you act weird I shout at myself. I start to rethink about events that have passed. I feed my subconscious with heartbroken syrup of words. – and you know what is the worst thing i start doing- i stop loving you. Since last night i am searching of ways to calm my mind – but only storms are being born. No I have not cried yet – because if i do, i will have to let you know.

 

 

(i’m doing no good to me/ Pg 36.)

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