Spre seara...

Se lasa toamna cu trupul ei sticlos si rece
pe masuta de langa fereastra murdara
si doar sase lumanari micute mai tin ritmul,
caci alunecam incet spre seara...

Un imn funest rasuna:
o ambulanta  canta disperata
si nu gaseste drumul spre spital,
Moartea o vegheaza,
caci victima de ea-i amorezata
si drumu-i in zadar...


I feel hopeless. I feel undeserving. I feel unmotivated. I feel unimportant. I feel lonely. I feel replaced. I feel like it’s not meant to be. I feel like there’s nothing left to look forward to. I feel depressed. I feel alone. I feel judged. I feel ugly. I feel stressed. I feel selfish. I feel stupid. I feel weak. I feel unhappy. I feel like a burden. I feel like everyone hates me. I hate myself too. (cine a scris asta pe tumblr mi-a ghicit mood-ul :)) ) oricum, dupa ce am reblogat-o si pe tumblr, am simtit nevoia sa o postez si pe aici \:d/ oricum e pustiu \:d/
am devenit atat de ciudat incat incep sa ii inteleg pe cei care se indeparteaza de mine...