Too close to my skin. I’m falling in the borderline.
A fitting representation of two souls as one.
She feels so tired, as if she went to the end of her life and got back here. She sits here now, pale face, damaged mind, trying to cancel her life.
Life is what you make it. If you make it a burden then you better get strong so as to be able to carry it.
It never gives you easy answers.
Everything is as ephemeral as a fad.