I don't know why I feel like this. Just *bang* and I'm sad. Met a friend today. She was worried about me. She didn't understand why I felt the way I do. "You're perfect, Evelina", she said. "And noone can be perfect, always".
Maybe that's it. I try to have control and be the image of perfect. Maybe I can't do it anymore?
Maybe that's it. I try to have control and be the image of perfect. Maybe I can't do it anymore?
I bought a jacket today for friday's concert. Have to be cool, 'cause the coolest people I know will be there. So thought I would wear the new military-inspired jacket, my black jeans, the Marc-tee and my brown boots. Sounds good. Oh, can't wait for friday to come! Just gotta let go.
And tomorrow, I HAVE TO TALK TO HIM! God, I'm such a wimp.
Music is the only thing that keeps me going.
