I have been the girl who met a guy that gave her a gift, a box that had a thousand reasons to live and left me, left me with total solitude, left me to an outburst, led me to a total selfishness, until my shadow grew tired of it and sucked my happiness,
so I sobered up, it didn't help.
so I laughed, but it was totally fake.
then I became a whole lot different person, I was an ordinary depressed girl, as strong as my mental thoughts so I belive, and as fragile as a broken glass you left in me.
it's funny I felt so invencible that knowing facts and theories especially when you cant break broken things.
I grew tired of beautiful things,
even beautiful girls have no experience of lonlyness and getting tired of same old things.
the sky had different colors but it was the same to me,
there are different flowers even though they bloom just like me, exept will I ever be.
I accepted who I was and realized even...