maybe I was wrong, maybe something is going wrong.. but sometimes I can't help it. My mind is full of depressive thoughs, and I don't know how to stand it.. maybe I'm gonna tell myself *stop*? If it's truth.. I wanna be strong.. but it's not peculiar for my nature, I'm another. I'm gonna cry.. and after, I hope, everything will be ok. everything's gonna be ok

each and every word must make me calm down. time heals