24 junio 2011

(no words)

I want to write... a lot of things, about a lot of shits...
about her...
about him...
about them...

but i can't do it ...i try...but i can't, maybe... there's something... that will make me write again (is it bad maybe? no more problems please)
i just can say i'm TOO TIRED now

yeah, "i'm twenty, and i'm already exhausted"

 words will come back to me, like a expensive rings