On behalf of Fatima Quietly, slowly, I walked along the road. This is crazy.. I try not to think about him, even though I end up thinking more than I should. This hopelessness is killing me. I don't know where this road leads. I tried to go into the house quietly, without waking anyone, and I think I succeeded. To be honest, I do not know what will happen next, I do not know how I will live on, how I will be able to breathe, because I already exist. Tomorrow their wedding. And that will be the end of it tomorrow...
Lookin
When you win conspicuous looking at me
Your eyes undressing me by just looking at me
I’m stopping the show
See what you let go
I see you looking, looking at me
See what you miss when u kiss me goodbye
That you regret that you ever let me get by
I’m looking real good… like a superstar
The boys in the yard
They’ll be looking real hard
Checking for me wanna him where you are
We don’t come walking holding hands in the park
I’m so over you, boy stop calling me
Who broke up with whom
Now you are just a fading memory
When i look good
You try to play it off like
You aren’t even thinking about...
Evening. Room. Girl. Wine. She lies on the bed and looks at the ceiling. Mindlessly lying next volume Brodsky. Another Netflix series plays in the background. - No, well, that's totally unfair. Am I ugly? Beautiful. Not smart enough? So there is no, these nature, too, not deprived. Then why am I still single? Friend from school and the Institute have long made the personal life, successfully jumped married and had solid adds weight, but look quite happily. There is and a man, and the good work, on world travel times three in year, like and loved. Stories your vanilla spread envious look. And here she lay in her room, drinking wine and grieving that life was unfair to her...