Thursday

Actually,

I feel like burning everything to the ground.

Like exploding into pieces,

like disappearing in thin air.

But I can’t,

'cause I'm responsible for a thousand feelings,

for this love we grew so carefully…

and this madness,

this madness is making me so unhappy,

that darling,

I’m afraid I no longer care.

Thursday

I’m mad,

and I’m sad.

Nothing is turning out the way I planned.