expectations of summer: going to the beach every day, water fights, parties, random day trips, barbecues
reality of summer: moving your laptop so that the sunlight doesn't reflect on the screen when you're trying to blog
My Secrets
I want to confess my secrets, my dead life to you.
I feel something strange in me, something that almost nobody can understand.
I’m living alone, locked in myself for a very long time.
Love and life are a disease to my soul. My only wish is to die because I want to stop this infernal pain and I know I will never be happy.
I’m feeling extremely sick of this fucking world.
Every day I live among the dead, in complete darkness. I live inside my thoughts, dreaming about death and sucide… horrible things and the insanity of my mind doesn’t scare me, not a little bit.
Music is my special friend, the only thing able to free my soul of this useless body, the only thing that gives me strength to move on.
Yeah, I know it sounds crazy but it’s all I feel inside me.
