This day is the kind of day which seems to last a week. Not because it seems particularly long. But because every seconds has is own feel, which are every time totally different from the previous one. I’ve the feeling that a lot of things happened today. Some short and very pleasant and varied moments with myself and the others. I laugh and got stressed. I listened to music I normally only...
Each night I dream I kill myself And it’s beautiful But if I do it I’ll be never able To dream of beautiful things again.