You can't spell "RIOT" without "RIO".

feelings from the past

I cannot tell you. You wouldn’t understand. Maybe if you try…but I know you won’t. I want to trust you, I really do. I know everybody will just laugh at me. Judge me. I may have issues. Actually, I do have them. Everybody does. But I don’t judge them. Sometimes I do - guilty as charged! However, I try to comprehend them, to face and to accept the truth. I really want to tell you this. I need a friend that I can trust and that I can share my problems and thoughts. I know you are not going to read this, but here’s (a little piece of) the truth: I fell in love with someone who doesn’t really exist…Crazy shit, isn’t it?

Guess who?

Too shy. Too extroverted. Too funny. Not funny enough. Too serious. Too pathetic. Too ugly. Too beautiful. Too smart. Too demanding. Too skinny. Too fat. Too normal. Not cool enough. Too lazy. Too fake. Full of secrets. Full of defects. Full of shit. Full of love. Full. Empty. Me.