I thought I’m free but everything was an illusion. I still want my year what I’ve been dreaming of. The bubble blew off and I can’t stop dreaming about it. Not about the person but about the live. It is hard to get on with something that was never there.
Instead of going out, I’m watching a TV show without respite. No stops. He is curing me, I hope so. I need his sarcasm, cynicism and his small little smiles if he let some appear on his lips. I’m trapped in this world. I want to be somewhere else. Not here. I want this life.
I’m sorry, I don’t want to talk about it. Nobody should ask me about it, please. I need something but I have to find what …
