I am found wanting get over him... If only I could live in my dreams... If only he could know how I miss him... Each night, I cry one's eyes out, it's the only moment that I can express my suffering...
And yet, every morning, I find the strength to get up and confront the life, the look of the others.
I hope that one day they'll understand why I sulk...
I don't think I must be mistaken when I say my feelings aren't mutual... But I am aware of these are stupid and it won't get me anywhere...
Sometimes I just wanna die...I would like leave the world uninteresting but I don't wanna prove cowardice...
My only proccupation is lose weight until become thin...and bring up to stop think about him...
I hate my life... I spend it to hope something which never arrive. Nobody can understand me and anyway it would be useless... My sadness isn't up to me ...
Through suffering, I'm used to never be happy... And what's the use of being happy? That's never last...
I miss so much things... The call,messages during the morning, the frenzies... I feel remorse...