I love you.

I don't know why I let myself fall into it but now it's too late to understand.

I thought that, in time, you could feel the same way I do...

Shame on me for being so hopeful...

I said that us will come to an end in two days... It seems that you don't care. Not enough.

But have we ever been us?

I tried to make you love me for almost an year. What did I do wrong? Why can't you love me?

What is that...

That makes nobody

love me...

I try to cure my emptiness everyday.

Food.

Sex.

Music.

Hobbies.

It's not enough.

Sometimes I feel it getting bigger and I'm afraid that this can consume all of me.