Pain always creeps in when you are alone... silently, stealthily. When you're sitting face to face with just your thoughts, your mind can be the cruelest thing. Tiny pin pricks which most unfortunately have pierced all the most vital pulse points of my being.

ringraziarlo per dire me, è che non posso essere... dovrei essere felice per lei ma duole

Stop thinking! You've got to just stop!

Love is not a victory march, it's a cold and its a broken Hallelujah...

Is this the way to be? Face to the sky? Wings pinned to the ground? Please save me...