Once again I have nothing to say. Actually I have lots. But I don't know where or how to start.
Neither do I want to screw things up ; like my life isn't already screwed enough.
For the first time in a month or more, I saw myself with the longest and happiest smile, in a dream. No, I must have mistaken that girl as me. She was so happy. I bet she's still happy now, cuddling in death's arms.