This is my way of telling you the story of the road I walk upon. A tale about beating hearts, lost love and the habit of staying up all night long drinking. Coffee and cigarettes, my violent heart, getting lost in the music, city lights, reaching the speed of pain, the taste of blood, the nightmares, the screaming, fates colliding, love undying, forgiveness, selfishness, ego, drama and you and me and everything between. But mostly, it is about me and my sweet, sweet shadow. Enjoy.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Prologue, continuation
10.52 PM, Borås, Sweden
Dear diary,
Same shit today. I was meaning to write... but as usual, taking the first step to anything is like climbing Mount Everest for me. It's a curse. So, once again... I'll get back to you. If I can get myself to it.
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