exactly that.. I sold my smile for fuckin hope, I was taken to the own hell by the shape while she is smiling. While trying to be better, who could know that just mean “to be worse”?
Im like a broken umbrella on a bloody rainy day. The rain which you can take difficulty home yourself. Yes, I know Im speaking/texting every sentence like #hashtag, Once you have a lot of remembrance, you can’t just get rid of these things easily.
Im not the man who can live every day standart and same, never used/lived it. Now I have to explode, I have to broke every people who didn’t help me to go out from that shit until today. I should throw the shells on me.
Am I speaking chinese ? The thing which make me alive was instant life, carpe diem. Life without plans, without fear, without fear losing etc.. I guess Im speaking chinese 🙂 Because even if I write a novel -full of my life-, there is people who cant get it.
I will take a deeply breath. fuck yeah