Everything is going up and down, so fast that I feel it going through my fingers.
Everything it's so heavy even though I'm doing all I can to fade it, to send it far from me. So much tears I drank, so much information I hide cause I've been scare since so long, so much run away from love, from the truth, from myself.
I count the days, it seems everything is about to change. Is it really possible? Should I truat in my deepest instincts?
From one caffee to another one, remeberirem the nurse school, the perfectionist brown giel who was expecting more, or at least to go out of the hell.
I ask myself now in tears, is it possible to handle so much pain?
I guess I have to be strong like i am now, while I'm packing my stuffs, while I imagine myself as a wife, mom, woman of his life. I am going to be good enough?
I hope to find it, this dream that is getting everyday more into my roots, I hope to find my way to me.
ImI still being the same at the end...