And here again, with insomnia, sadness, anger, fear, full of euphoric feelings, everything, except joy and tranquility, the same every night only with a little more pain than the previous time. I feel like yelling a little more than I feel, but who cares?What the hell is it about nights that make you feel so weak and pensive? They make us fight and doubt between what we feel and what we know. Why I'm not happy? I don't have to be, I was just the one who I never thought would leave, would give respect, hypocrisy, I get used to it, just as I get used to only saying my name when they need me ... and you know, I will continue to be the same person as always .Let's go! A toast because I already consider myself a hypocrite, since I know who are false and I still love them.
