I really want to cry. But no tears run out from the corner of my eye down my cheeks.
Yet my heart feel pain. The type where you would experience the action of tearing apart.
I want to escape. From all the trauma I am currently evidencing.
I cannot even sleep well, depict I overloaded myself with work, exhausting my daily life.
Where is my energy, my motivation? Why do you have to be so far away where I cannot touch you, feel you, make love to you?
2010/03/03
Yet my heart feel pain. The type where you would experience the action of tearing apart.
I want to escape. From all the trauma I am currently evidencing.
I cannot even sleep well, depict I overloaded myself with work, exhausting my daily life.
Where is my energy, my motivation? Why do you have to be so far away where I cannot touch you, feel you, make love to you?
2010/03/03
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