days.

there are days, on which I want nothing more but to suffocate you with a pillow when you sleep.
there are days, on which I want nothing more but you to bleed.
there are days, on which I silently hold back my tears.
there are days, on which I feel so bad, that nothing but my current condition concerns me.
there are days, on which I laugh all the time, and I seem unconditionally happy.
there are days, on which I'm really lazy.
there are days, on which I want nothing more but to lie around and sleep.
there are days, on which I feel uncertain and hurt.
there are days, on which I hate humanity with all our faults.
there are days, on which I'm glad to be alive.
there are days, on which I want to be somebody else.
there are days, on which I love to be myself.
there are days, on which nobody can harm my existence.
there are days, on which I want to be alone.
there are days, on which I'm afraid to be alone.
there are days, on which I'm creative.
there are days, on which I'm totally blunt and dumb.
there are days, on which I do something rash.
there are days, on which I always think twice and make the right decision.
there are days, on which I fail.
there are days, on which I win.
there are random days.
there are special days.


I'd love to say that I'm fne, but I hate lies.