It's six in the morning and I cannot sleep until it gets little brighter outside. Simply routine. I can't afford my feelings sitting next to the thousands of different heartbeats. Surrounding, %*%^# strikes of strangers lives. The one of them is calling much louder everyday. I can hear it moaning. It belongs to P.
P. has been always living quietly. Always next to me, almost close to me. He is not here now. He's left already.
I woke up some minutes ago. I cannot hide my hate is high. Fuckin' stoned right now. Feeling double, feeling trouble. I see my head exploding, everyday.
I guess it's the right time to finnish the pitiful start.
It's time to eliminate the problems. Leave them before everything changes.
I've just finnished my past life. Finally burnt out that to the end.
Going back to sleep right now.
Good night, People.