You are obsessed. I can't still feeling this way. I'm in jail. YOU ARE MY JAIL. I can't be here. I can't feel so depressed. I can't stand up and fight. I can't fight anymore. I need a rest. I need to stop the time. I need a space. I need so many things that you can't give me.

You cannot make me happy this time.

"me voy a estudiar lo mas lejos posible de vos ya que ni chau me dijiste :)"

It hurts. You don't get it. You WON'T get it. I'm dying for this and you, you are doing things for nothing, because you want to be THE WORLD. You are the best damn thing that my eyes have ever seen. But you are hurting me. You are hurting me with this things, and I want to run. I want to go far away from you. Away from this FUCKING feeling that you have put inside my.

Please, please don't leave me.

But if you keep hurting me like this, you'll have to walk away... YOU'LL HAVE TO THINK OF ME AND FEEL MISERABLE, JUST LIKE I'M FEELING RIGHT NOW!

STOP HURTING ME PLEASE. I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! It hurts. You hurts. Hurts.