Fri
Jan
30
Send my love a letterbomb and visit me in hell.
Man, dreams come true? I wanted all my dreams in reality, but I think they love to run away from me. Why?
My dreams are crazy, but I belive so much in them. My life plans are just dreams. They have to become true.
I’m in a lot of thoughts. They are really pessimists, and they’re all about me. They’re kinda “fuck it, I’ll live my life with no feelings and plans”. But, man, what happens to me? Why do I have to be so dependent of these kinda things? Why am I like this?
So send my love a letterbomb and visit me in hell, where the ones goin’…
