A serious situation that draws attention from all corners. I can no longer write nor draw nor sing yet those have been my strong points where negative energy z directed.
Sickness z an excuse I use to cover up my lows in my solos... my pheromones have reached the climax of romance and drove my head nuts.
Heart arches bring experience to a crazy point of view coz, scares and painful heart wounds make me long for my childish knee wounds which I now considered painless...
I have given in my all yet it's nt good enough. My tolerance gauge z running empty and all i need z a refill.
Taking the blame for all the faults could be a shortcut to me feeling better but a constant reminder will haunt to me stating that "you were right"
#A faulty Tolerance Guage
#El lobo Solitairo
#26th August 2016.
