Sometimes I wonder why I live.
It's not like life makes any scence.
Last friday this guy said I was his girlfriend.
But he was drunk, and now I just don't know.
Am I his girlfriend now?
He still doesn't know anything about me.
And I don't dare to tell him.
Cause I'm sceared when he knows.
When he gets to know the real me.
He is going to run away.
Because than he will realize, that I'm crazy.
And that it's impossible to have a relation with me.
And is it worth it, I leave in 2 months
It's a dillema
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