I thought... maybe we could talk for a while?
OK.
There are... decisions to make,
things to say,
to do.
all those things that keep bothering me,
those things that matters,
even though some others are just the fucking usual teenage stories...
How could it be real?
How could we all know where to go, and what to do?
What prevent us from falling down again and again?
is it our luck?
the stars in the sky?
just... Random?
I don't want to believe that everything is already written.
I don't even want to believe those people around.
Anf above all... I don't want to get hurt.
You know what I want.
