as a matter of fact

am I that easy to forget?

Self, but...

it has to begin with "my-"

I'm done. With this I'm done.

I mean, you appear so so rarely, and, to make matters worse, not when I need you to be around. You're near me just 'after', not 'while', not 'before', just... 'after'. And there's nothing I can do anymore. Advice has no role in such moments. It's useless.

And I got bored to write novels, just because you missed the first part, but also the second, and so on.

It sucks, and no. I'm not sorry for stopping a thing that sucks from being so lame.

Came so close, to what I need most.

:)

Releasing the vapour into the lung

Proud of me, somehow

I mean I'm... really fine.
'just don't know why.

Though, in the past 3 weeks I can say I stayed & felt good at the same time without getting fucked up.

I guess that's the main reason.

All mine

[there is a light that never goes out]