You look in the mirror, the eyes fill with tears, and you yourself will be absolutely furious. To itself. Has been drawn in recent months, years go so long. It has changed, life has changed. With ups and downs.
But now that I look so in the mirror, I would like nothing more than to throw something hard against it, so that the mirror shatters into 239 423 small pieces and I can ram me every splinter in the skin .
Because I have such a rage at me. Fear of the future.
I have only a few people with whom I can talk about everything
and not even where I can safely say that tomorrow the world does not know what I'm thinking.
I long to me again to meet with friends, laugh, take pictures and .. walk. You know what I mean. What good friends do be it.
Man himself has no control. One hyperventilating because you bake it not simply gets. It's like a curse that hovers over one.
never anything to be good. Never.
This hope I have given up.