Well, here I am again.
I was dead.
I got killed twice by the same person on my own request.
Funny like hell: D
I died.
I have hit the bottom of despair with all might.
And this time, I said to myself: 'Fuck it! I'm not getting up! I'll be lying here like that till the end of the world, Which actually should be very soon now, According To how I feel "
A week passed ...
And another one ...
Couldn't cry more tears ...
And yet again ...
I got up.
I needed food.
So I fed myself. Slowly at first with soft stuff ... after two weeks not eating it was a bit risky.
Then I fed my soul too.
For the first time I fed my soul.
For myself.
And only now I can finally understand that I was simply loving too much, and not enough.
Too much love for others, not enough for myself.
And now I can laugh, like I've never laught before.
And there is the only one 'but' ...
When I think about that last guy I feel disgusted. How, on Earth, could I do this to myself and be with someone, who has even less respect for me, then I had ?
He can be angel for everybody else, but he treated me like an asshole and he will always remain an asshole to me.