I’m in a need to get drunk mood too. But unfortunately I’m alone. Lonely. Left apart. I can’t just go and invade somebody’s territory just because I feel like them but in… my own way. They’re different. I’m different. I cry. They get drunk. I get drunk with my own tears. See? Difference.
Hm. Coldplay isn’t doing any good to my moral state. Not today, not after seeing “P.S. I love you”, not around this beautiful sunset, this first day of Easter, this boredom, melancholy and nostalgia.
I should just get back to crying. Crying my soul out. Because. Just because. No other reason…
Viata-i greu.
i’m here for you
>:D:P ce stiu ei?