Running wild again.

Nope. Nope nope nope.

Nope nope nope nope nope.

My head is running wild again...
...
And it's all in my mind...

I need time.

Days,
Month,
Years,
Lifes.

So many lifes.

This is so much powerful.

Who would understand ?
I'm alone.
Isn't it ironic?

To be alone while this is all about being together?

I'd like to shout "why?",
Finally, Life is so fucking complex.

J'ai passé les quinze premières années de ma vie persuadé que je n'arriverai jamais à trouver quelque chose qui me convienne. Et aujourd'hui je ne sais plus que choisir. Que faire. Qui être.

I'd like to shout "help!",
However, No one could.

But I do.