It's official, I'm cooked.
I'm writing these words in tears, smoking a cigarillo while listening to her favorite tracks and Gainsbourg.
I'm kinda wrinting to myself but fuck it.
Today like an idiot, without trying to explain myself on any point I stopped everything. I'm hurted, I have fever and I feel like I was stabbed in the heart.
I wish I didn't had the life I have, I would be able to be enough.
I had the most terrible week ever, I've never felt that vulnerable.
I just hope she doesn't feel like I am, that she can turn.
I'll never forget theses months. (And never get rid of the keychain lmao)
PS: Probably cringe but who cares.
Link to the old site (didn't uploaded it it's the only lines of code I refuse to modify)