4. September 2017

It’s eating me up!

It’s eating me up every single night.

It’s eating me up. I am so alone.

My favourite favourite drug would be to wake up with him every single day… and I am sure that I would honour this every single day… without taking it for granted.

It’s eating me up.

Is it possible that two days are a substitute for a whole week enjoying it the most you can?

What’s your target? Being eaten up?

The target sure is to be happy, but is it enough happiness to suffer the whole week?

Right now I am sure, so damn absolutely sure it is!! And I hope for myself not to be broken before the mountain is climbed. I hope he will help me by reaching my hand and pulling me up to the top.

Today it’s eating me up.

Hope tomorrow is a better day with more strength to go on.

Direction: to the top!

Goodnight

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Imperfection is beauty, madness is genious. it is better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.

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