love, trust and another things i can't explain...

the worst thing ever is feel empty for trust in a lie. all i want to know is why when i look at him i have the feeling that everything's gonna be fine. tears come stream and i can't control; all i want is lock myself in this fake world and never come out of it. because here is safe, here i have someone to run when everything else falls apart. i need him, i'm addicted, he makes all the pain go away. but i know that i'm going to feel worst when i look around and realize that nothing matters; because what isn't real isn't worth at all. it's like feel protect by someone who's already dead or hold a blanket thinking that it's gonna make the monsters go back under the bad. i need you here, but you'll never come, althought you're, already, deep inside of me.

deixem a minha língua em paz!

vão unificar a língua da puta que vos pariu! eu quero continuar escrevendo pingüin, vôo, lêem. não basta viver num país onde ninguém segue as regras? agora querem tornar a gramática um bordel também!

eu continuo a minha revolta depois.