So . . .

[che_cosa_vedete]

So. . .

What can I say?

I cried a few nights ago.
And I have no idea why.

I just lost it.

I couldn't even breathe.
I think I was holding everything in for too long.

Luckily,
I was alone.

So. . .

What now?

I think I've been growing up.
I think we all have been.

I miss it sometimes.
Being the child I was yesterday.

Time stops for no man,
Right?

I think I'm okay with that.

Or maybe I'm not.

Babbling.

That's it.

Mind vomit.

And I'm in a prefect mood.
I'm sick of being sad.
Alone.
Hateful.
Worried.
Confused.
Angry.
Bitter.

All of it.

I'm so sick of the drama.
The Hate
The Tears.

I'm so done with it all.

I want to grow up.
I want the change that I've been doing.

So. . .

Why. . .

What. . .

I'm so done with you.

Che cosa vedete
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