Sunday, February 27, 2011
I decided to embrace my old self again. The cold, loveless asshole just drinking and smoking the whole week, seldomly in the internet, boozing my thoughts away. I do love you. But there's nothing else I can do except staying myself and protecting me with this from you. Cause love is your most cruel weappon. Was. My cold old self includes a shield for stuff like that and a cage for my heart.
Is it that difficult to be simply loved like an adult? It seems that the answer is yes.