Fuck it. A bottle of vodka in my hands, and tear in my eyes and a night full of hopeless failures about to commence. I've fallen into the typical routine. Drink first, regret later. It amounts to nothing though.. and i find no comfort in this nothingness. So lonely. Nights full of sweet fantasies, it's always easier to sink into a false reality than to face the harsh bitterness of our problems, discomforts, fears, true emotions..
You, you're beautiful because you're real, and you show that by accepting all the shit and living with it. I admire that.
You, you're beautiful because you're real, and you show that by accepting all the shit and living with it. I admire that.
Si seulement...
Freya
