and I still haven't found what I'm looking for.. yes, but what am I really looking for?
perfection? stability? myself? I just don't know, I just don't know.
as I struggle in this fucking reality, I always think of you by my side. memories come to my mind, fly in front of my eyes, fight against my equilibrium.
equilibrium, equilibrium, L. I thought I found it across the oceans, but everything went wrong.
I can't handle it right now. every day i feel like I'm stepping behind, and behind, everytime I'm a little bit on my way back. of course, I'm not starving, but what's the matter? vomiting is not even better than starving, vomiting does not mean that I'm fine.
I bought a pair of jeggin - they told me "a fucking hot ass" - but I can't wear it untill I'm not 50 kilos. not at all.
scusate, questo post mi è uscito così, a little bit kiwi.
