martes, 16 de febrero de 2010

I miss you. I miss you when I'm alone at home, when you're not here, when I can't breathe right, when I think, when I'm dreaming. I miss you, and I can't stop this. I want you to know what I feel, but, everything is so difficult when I feel sad.
All is dark today, today and all the days. You have to believe me.