A hundred people around me and I can still feel all alone, but only one person next to me and I feel complete. Still there is the never ending doubt and lack of trust.
I see high walls around me, no air though. I keep smothering myself with fear and feud. Even if I forgive, I could never forget. I could never understand that everyone is allowed one mistake followed by the realisation and regret.

That is my biggest flaw.

Through the ice and snow, through the wind. I slipped, I fell.
Through the warmth and sun, through the fresh breeze. I came, I smiled.
I feel the parts in me. Bipolar - as I call it. Therefor I can't ever say who I am, I can't ever explain myself, my behaviour, my words. True harmony will never come and all that I am is unknown.

Ma ei taha olla üksi... Ma ei taha olla üksi...
Kinnisidee või ei?
Naeruväärne - mulle ei meeldi miski nendes imalates suhetes, kogu see romantika, kogu see ebaoriginaalne stsenaarium, mis lõppeb enamjaolt dramaatilise lahkuminekuga. Peatükk kaks sisaldab endas uut ebaoriginaalset stsenaariumi. Mõttetu.
Ma ei hakka valetama, ma lihtsalt tahan neid käsi enda ümber.

Ma ütlesin, et ma ei taha, et mulle ei meeldi. Ütlesin, et see kõik on liialt klišee, et sellel pole mõtet. Ütlesin, et see ei sobi mulle, et olen vaba hing...

Ma valetasin.