Well, I thought if I would stay any mint longer I would ended up dead . I feel like throwing up all these thoughts and words I have and much, much more.
I feel sick till I pour everything out.
The pain of lust and love gnawing at my soul. The world eating at my heart.
My eyes full of emotional storms that I don't understand. My brain is telling me to survive it all somehow.
Eventually I'll make it out of despair.
" I'm not feeling well . "
" What happened to you?
" I felt sick to my stomach and can you brought me a glass of water and a slice of lime . "
" Where do I find a slice of lime ?
" I don't know that is your problem not mine . . make it quick . "
" What do you mean? make it quick . We can't leave you alone like that . "
" Why ? do you want me to get sick and die then Eve
