segunda-feira, 19 de julho de 2010
I don’t know why I keep torturing myself. It hurts so much, and when it doesn’t hurt I’m just empty. I’m not saying I’m miserable. Because I’m not. I just had to learn how to not be miserable. I also had to learn to be strong. My tears will dry, but nothing will bring him back. I accept that. At least I think I do. But why the tears don’t end?
