You know when you feel like you're breaking apart?
Sometimes it seems like the only way out...so I can handle all the things I have to do.

Two weeks. Two loooong weeks.
I question myself. I gotta be two or three of me. Or just me.

I'm tired. I'm getting always in a bad mood. And I don't like it.
I like to smile without a reason...to laught about anything...to see a spark on any little simple moment in life.
Don't like the ideia of losing it. Or being without it. Even for a while.