Problems building up. - 21.03.2009 0:18
There we sit, drinking coffee, discussing our strategies. People walk in and out to check out our house. We won’t give up. You and I, who would have thought we’d become such good friends? If we can’t stay I honestly hope we will find something together again.
Problems are building up inside me.
Last night I didn’t sleep, but stared in the distance, thinking of what I could do, what possibilities there were and who would want to help me.
But hoping for solutions from someone else is just a mere illusion. I have to do this myself. I have to take into my own hands. I am 21 now. I am grown up. My parents can’t help me with these matters either.
Being alone never felt so bad.
I still haven’t found a place called home.
Surprisingly I didn’t cry yet, not even a single tear.
But it hurts more than ever.
I could need a simple hug.
Suta
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