cold spread into the body fill it up with loneliness. In the big city, huge megapolis feeling yourself small and hidden, walking over all these enormous ugly blockhouses like a tiny mouse, no one find you, no one care about you, no one interested in you, no one loves you.

want to write your name inside the heart on the innocent snow with my footprints and to send image to you as a postcart. x  

. i. am. dispensable.                                                                                                                                                                           miss miss miss

it will be like this always.

but anyway! God, thank you! It was quite exciting! This life! ;-)