Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
All friends ask about it: how will I celebrate the New Year.
I will be sitting near the window looking down and crying, thinking of the happy people around. But nobody will see my tears. I'll be missing the person who doesn't exist.
This is the saddest holiday. Almost everyone will have their beloved ones with them...
Being dead hurts even more than dying itself.
When someone tells you that dreams and wishes come true - don't believe in it. It's not more than lies. Nothing will ever be the way you want - and nobody can change anything.
Total emptiness. I do my best to kill the "what I want" thought in myself - it is a dream. And the dreams are liek diseases, they should be destroyed. The worst thing is that I'm fully infected with this dreaming virus, it ia like drugs - I know it will lead to painful death, but I will die sooner without it. I live in stupid dreams about a person who doesn't exist. About a normal face. about beng alive.
I will be sitting near the window looking down and crying, thinking of the happy people around. But nobody will see my tears. I'll be missing the person who doesn't exist.
This is the saddest holiday. Almost everyone will have their beloved ones with them...
Being dead hurts even more than dying itself.
When someone tells you that dreams and wishes come true - don't believe in it. It's not more than lies. Nothing will ever be the way you want - and nobody can change anything.
Total emptiness. I do my best to kill the "what I want" thought in myself - it is a dream. And the dreams are liek diseases, they should be destroyed. The worst thing is that I'm fully infected with this dreaming virus, it ia like drugs - I know it will lead to painful death, but I will die sooner without it. I live in stupid dreams about a person who doesn't exist. About a normal face. about beng alive.
и сколько лет?
я - почти шесть...
его действительно не существует?
получается, от все-таки есть.
кста, хорошо что днев открыла
the Prince doesn't need me, I'm just a name in a list for him. nevertheless, he's an artificial meaning of my life...
and I'm dreaming of being loved and needed- and no person would ever be able to do it. so this is exactly the situation you mentioned - dreams of nobody...
говорить?
tell me whatever you want, I already know I'm a selfish stupid whore..
но сначала вопрос: ты же думаешь, что ни один парень на свете не может считать тебя симпатичной, так, да?
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а вот не так!
Anyway, thank you...
я даж готова доказать
доказывать?)
тогда в у-мэйле получишь
nobody has ever changed my mind...