A little self-knowledge.

Enough. I'm bothering myself with this fuck history about nothing. Ok, that's not "nothing". That used to be love, but isn't anymore. That are just words. Just fuck words about a bullshit, about something that's just important to me. And it brings me down. I'm down. I am so down. I don't have strenght to move on. All my pieces are with you. I am you. But you're no longer I. But it's ok. You're fine. I'll be fine. I don't see anymore reasons to continue... I give up.

In fact, I gave up since I fell for you. I gave you my whole heart, so...