Mess
I'm not proud of myself. In fact, I'm in a mess. It's so stupid to know that I though I'd always have all the asnwers. But the things are going this way...and I have no answer. And I must be glad 'cause I have no answer. I mean...life can't stop. Life must go on...even if you can't rebuilt yourself.
Oh, I'm just in crisis. It's foolishness, I think. Or maybe not. It's just a bit complicated, I don't know.
I'd like to have some help.