Malade de la vie.

I'm turning cynical.

I learnt something.
Promises, to them.
Means.
Nothing.
SOL.

No more.
No more trusting.
No more relationshits.
No fucking more.

And to think this is only the second month..
I bet I'm the only one who realises it.
It's always like that.
Me, me, me, me, me.