It's twelve already, I slept one hour yesterday, three hours the day before. Impulse and passiveness had swapped me a bad week and probably another week coming up. They shouldn't give an irresolute and hesitant person like me retrograde reaction to hormone and pheromone. I was not clever enough to show sensibility and determination. In fact, I don't know how. I can draw, I can smile, but I'm actually a social and emotional idiot. Well, a moron pays his price sadly.
Am I scared? Yeah.
Am I minding her still? Yeah.
Do I know what to do? No.
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