A little bit drunk, a little bit sad.
You know that like all the women I dreamt the Prince Charming.
I met men, hung out and have lovely moment. I hoped that he would have been the right one and then.. here I am. Thinking that maybe I did not always choose the wrong way, even if now I’m leaving (again) and I will be alone (again). I still not escaping, but I (still) not Living. Why am I?