There was a time

There was a time when god would talk to me in the bus on my way to school, there was a time where my guardian angel would sit by my bed and take my hand after crying myself to sleep, there was a time were my soul mate came to talk to me in a completely white room in my dreams.

There were times were I knew that what I wrote in my journal was something that was going to be worth remembering, there was a time when I knew that I was treat for other people to discover. Life is no longer like that... it hasn’t been in a long, long time.

Why I’m doing that? Well... I guess I feel the need of filling up the internet with my everyday life. And I’ve been inspired, inspired in another journal, I think I’m getting kind of addicted to it.  And this time I do know the owner... 

So, my life so far is still the same... it just sucks. I wish I could say it in a prettier way, I’m sick, I’m so sick... I have finally come to the point of my life, when I know I’m sick, I know I’m not sane... 

(12 days late)