Morning

My morning is not being good.
I already "woke" with my mother yelling at me for no reason at 9am.
"Wake up your lazy, you do nothing of your life"

I put woke between quotes because I couldn't sleep, too hot and too wounded,
not a good combination, it made me my skin go to shit, even more than yesterday.

My leg still hurt very much from my fall of the stairs. It is not dark or anything else
but the wound is a bit deep.

Today

I'm not paying attention to anything anymore.
My head is having too many thoughts.

It made me fall from stairs... twice.
I hit my right leg pretty bad, it is bleeding still.

I messaged her some times today, I really fucked up everything,
I had done a huge scar on her.

If there was someway to repair those issues i gave...
I could give my life for.

Some things never change

Quite a while I don't type anything here, huh?
I guess is no issue anymore, no one reads it anymore.

This blog always had been a place to type my sorrow, my anguish, my feelings, I guess it will keep like this forever, once again I'm here to say that I'm not ok.

I feel very empty, sad, I dont even feel like to eat, i just do to avoid people asking me why I'm not.
I screwed up, or not, I dont know.
I'm not so sure of what I did or did not.

But some things are certain:
I'm so lovesick by that woman that I can't stop thinking on her.
I'm annoying.
I'm hopeless.