Sometimes you think your days are odd. That you don't reaolly know what you're doing and even what you think. Standing there under the rain who told you to think about all you did, and all you be doing. This voice which tells you to be realistic and to stop thinking about things that seems to matter to you but that do not acutally.
I was walking nd thinking about why I made it home always nervous and angry, some days. Why don't I have this smile alone than with the others, while I can't even bear half of the people who are with me every day? 'Don't waste your time on me you're already a voice inside my head'. I can't have it. But still I think about it. I'm waiting to be free again, I need that. To feel better and to do what I what and things that you can't normally do because there are some rules when you are with some other people. I just wonder if happiness exists. Does everybody find it? even if it's such a short time. 'Where are you? and I'm so sorry I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight.'
I wonder. I ask, I ask, I ask. But I've never have a answer or even the one I want. The one I'm waiting for. Am I thinking something wrong? Some thing I guess I no but, that I actually don't. It's like in course. i²=-1
