there is only one reason why i am back here.
god i must be asking for it.
i really am.
my mom should give birth to a more caring and devoted son, she ought to have.
damn, now im blaming my mom.
i thought i was into it, so into it.
the voices, accumulated from all the ego, convinced me that i am gonna be alright.
so why am i swaying now?
why did he have to show me what she wrote.
my eyes,
my hands,
my brain should have force me to close the whole conversation.
now great, the soul softened.
everything went jelly-like, everything went vulnerable.
i cant believe im whining here, but yes, i really am.
im smiling and i have no idea why i am smiling.
im gonna figure that out now.
till then
