My life is being so boring that I spend writing about the past that no longer interest me.
I thought you were like a puppy, not in a bad way, I thought you'd be there for me when I needed you and you'd be my best friend ... forever. You prove to be a cute little kitten that I like to caress when it let me but that it doesn't do nothing but desappear when I need it.
I think I am like a tree that has been cut off from your life and not know the way back (and that's a feeling I've had in all aspects of my life lately).

C