I hate how things are...
I have no job, no money, soon no car if i cant get money. I turned in applications but who knows when i will get a job. I go back and all i get is dirty stairs and hurtful words. Dont speak those words, i never believed that place was that harmful to me.
More and more i lose my self into depression. That awful feeling of loneliness not satisfied with what i have, never satisfied with what i have. The people you swore, with all you heart, that they would be there arnt! The people you never really met till 2 weeks ago are!
The fact that you are in chi town and that one letter of yours makes me burst into tears. You dont understand i wish i had you to talk to..lay my head and just cry in your arms cus i dont feel free to do it with anyone else. How long do i need to fake that im ok not to others but to my self.
No force needed to drain my emotions trough tears just an empty room were no one can here my cries
porque cuando tu tienes problemas yo estoy... adonde estas tu?
thanks..salp..lucas... angie!