So much enough. - 22.03.2009 0:28
"I lock the door and lock my head and dream of butterflies instead."
Now I remember.
He was crying, lying in bed, staring at the roof.
"You are not more than a friend."
Then I screamed.
For the first time.
I screamed, I screamed so hard in the pillow he didn't know how quickly he had to get up, to calm me down.
It wasn't about him.
It wasn't about us splitting up.
It was pure rage.
Against the whole world.
I had enough.
So much enough.
If there should be someone crying, it should have been me.
Weird enough, I feel nothing right now, but nervosity.
I guess there is just no time to be weak.
Suta
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