Your whisper is fast and silent. Those are newsreaders.
The attitude as if in my lost fairytale. I was waiting for each meeting. Of course, I didn't tell him about this. And I knew there can be no relationships. It was just artificial attitude very similar to what I had in times of happiness - just like something is used instead of blood when a person has a great blood loss. It was something-that-kept-existing.

He has a girlriend now. A young one.
Congratulations, Orchid! And what did you expect, old whore? That you'll be the only one for somebody? A more important one? Shut up, dirty whore.

Guys need young girls. Beautiful ones...
I hate your girlfriends. And myself - even more.
Goodbye, friend...

@музыка: L'ame Immortelle: Disharmony

@настроение: depressed