i am a recluse,

i don't feel alive i sleep 3h everyday and i'm floating everywhere i go. the people who make me realise my existance don't anymore, i'm nothing more than a spirit and body without soul.
cherry blossoms make her realise she's breathing.
what they said killd me and screwed my manners.
real friends hv the nerve to say: 'fuck you, you are fucking up and you need to get the fuck over it' i don't hv any of these and neither am i one of them.

i'm lucky i ain't generous with my trust, trashing you on the track is the only way to make you realise you're a real loser when i will, with the spirit of an athlete running through my blood.

QUOTE OF THE DAY:
An unjust peace is better than a just war.

looking at you,
makes me feel a hell lot better.