Donde me lleve mi locura

I just… I’m just staring at anything and thinking about us. And I just realized I can’t stand this anymore or any longer. I’m just sick about this, sick about us. And i don’t really know when this became shit. When our friendship became nothing. We’re not fighting; in fact, I’m not really strong anymore. I’m just tired of everything, of everyone. I feel like I should get out from here. From your life. And it seems you really want to. So I won’t disturb you, why should I?