do not even know I'm putting me in this mess.
I have not had time to reflect.
What I wanted was the opposite, but as is normal in recent months when what I want to fade before my eyes I throw fish into something new and unknown. I heard
implode inside all the time I had wasted to weigh carefully the choice and wait for the outcome and I reacted in the worst way.
a Mona to escape a fire that gets thrown into the ocean, only to remember, having already soaking-they could not swim.
that I am Mona.
But in the end what the fuck is life if not a continuous banging your head?
sometimes more, sometimes less, the result does not change.
Fuck.
