"Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village though
He will not see me stoping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow"
Oh Frost, why you always make me cry?
Fucking bi-polar. Nothing gold can stay he said. Yep.
What was it, half a year? Half a year without this nonsense. And now it's crawling back. Back into my skin.
"Hello, forgot about me?"
Hell yeah I have forgoten about pain. Where does this nonsense even come from? Why does it come?
Stupid.
I don't feel like everything is alright. Or perhaps, I feel this way again? Plain stupid.
Anyway... if everything goes as planned (or if I will even remember this promise tomorrow and take time to accomplish it)... well, this blog is officialy active.
Cheers to mysefl.
Oh and you too, Melancholy.
