oh the guilt

and now what? where are we now? where are we going? why is everything moving so fast?

i wish i could call you and tell you everything, but i can't. i can't call you anymore. i don't know why, i just know that i can't. every morning i wake up i just want to go back to bed, and it's not because i'm tired, it's because i'm sick of everything. it's like a cold wind that blows in my face and doesn't let me to move on. i just wait and wait for the perfect time.

i think i did something bad. i'm not sure how bad it is but it's not good anyway. :D i keep thinkig at the past and that is not good. we can't live from the past. why don't you call me? why don't you came and save me? can't you see i'm drowning???
i don't want to be a "sink with an opened drain, honey..."