Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
But where am I if not there?
I still don't know what to answer to that in-a-relationship guy who wants me to help him and his bitch to publish the article... I think I will stay silent for a couple of days. And then... Then I will remind him... "See who I am, break through the silence..." (c)
He calls me a good person and right after this asks for help. But that day he said I'm like one of the most stupid goth community. That he thought I'm different, but I'm absolutely the same, like them... I'm not his literature agent.
They are together. They have 2 heads. He has a dick to think with, and she has a cunt to accept and support his thoghts.. What can be the help frm me?
Yes, my boss is a whore hopper, a male bitch and so on. But I will never bring people I don't know to the magazine. Who knows their sense of responsibility and the quality of work?
My phone is dead. Just like me. I'm falling down on the cold floor - it halps to reduce pain a bit. A few pills of a strong painkiller and a cup of bitter coffee... How soon will I die?...
The floor is as cold as I am inside... It's shaking and..the blood stains on it look nice... I hope I will never be able to stand up. I will not kill myself - waiting is the best way of suicide....