Today is one of the perfect days to over damp loneliness. Hilarious as never

I just won a ticket to a state of boredom, with a lot of infatuations buckle up, sad fact, true that. Killing sensations that last like newly poured sun rising in that shiny thin transparent jar-like glass. Nothing extraordinary, well this is more less an extraordinary obscurant, much preferable, rather than sobbing over ridiculous nightmare (God, next time send me a better script okay) which involved a mad cutesy bride of plucky and a Godfather ended up dead and wasted all over—a flock buster scenario, puff lease. Could something else worse be much more igniting?

I’m fed up. I’m tired of getting hurt. And I’m tired of getting tired. I'll keep our up and down memories in my heart. But it’s time for me to move on.