Not sure what to say today to you. And didn't write yesterday for the same reason.
But told myself I would continue this.
On the flying carpet again, a bee trapped in one of those glass things, all of the above.
Can't think of anything insightful, witty or funny to say about Italy.
Don't know what to do about anything.
Feel like such a disappointment to everyone.
Scared to say how I really feel to anyone.
Can't give anyone anything. Have nothing left to give.
Just want to be alone all the time now.
If you know me, please don't write to me. I don't know what to say.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment