NOVEMBER 22, 2009.
Early in the morning.
I can feel the smell of -white- wine in my nose as if I actually did drink some. The drea.mers. A powerful and weirdo movie for a single and lonely night. Once more one of those days where my thoughts'd been cluttered up with the other side of the ocean. Not enough. I have to try harder. To shut my mind off. Because of you. Because of me. Because of us. And because of everyone else. When hope is stronger that you are, the only solution is to cut yourself down. I'm just gonna try harder, might be enough.