Entradas

Mostrando entradas de agosto, 2015

I, ephemeral (2)

It's just a small trouble, isn't it? So, why do I feel that it's no true? I'm not getting better. I want to tell everyone how I feel about my trouble but I can't. Because it's just a small trouble, isn't it? I'm doing everything to overcome it but, if it doesn't work and I start losing everything I love? Some days I don't want to continue, some days I want to give up. Today is one of those days.

Fantasías de una alma vieja (4)

Entonces ella lo comprendió. Y se sintió triste. Irritada. Decepcionada. Enojada. Con ella misma. Aunque siempre lo supo.