Sometimes I feel he loves me

...and sometimes not.
Sometimes I trust my dreams, and sometimes I know that there are JUST dreams...so far from reality.

Do you think that love makes peoples blinds and diforme the reality? How can we be soo happy or soo sad just because we think that the one we love has or hasn't filings for us ? Since when that person started to control our moon and our life. Who gives him this right? we definetly. We gave him this amazing power and now ...look at us!..so vulnerable, so poor that he take pity on us.

Waiting for tomorrow

Day after day I realize I hate my life and I hate myself. We make our choices, but maybe I haven't known to choose all my life. Where things go wrong...here I am. I would like one day to stop all that. I would like tomorrow never come for me, but I wake up disappointed every morning.
Why I was born? For who? I didn't ask it. Is life a test? If it is, I don't want to participate...or maybe I already felt the test.

Some people are doing great. They enjoy living, they think they're happy and they 're never alone...they share their days with someone loved. They deserve to live tomorrow.

Every day I kill myself slowly or I hope doing that....feeling people around me hate me as much as I hate myself. Days are too long...I'm a prisoner of my own person. If only is tomorrow that I'll not wake up...