back home

i forgot what is like to be myself.

right now, i just feel abandoned.

sinking in my sofa...again?

I can't help looking back and realising I can put this crazy mix of expectitions into years.

we extended our tension to make it last.

honestly i fear in 1 or 2 years time we'll be still coming and going

back and forth

like we do.

one more time sinking in my sofa and I will dissapear.

i hate to want to see you. then i love to see you. then i hate to see you.

"this time will be different", I keep saying to myself. but actually hoping it won't.

what is it gonna be of us in a few days time?