This is the first time I know for sure that a boy doesnt want to be with me. I wouldnt say want though.. I’d say can’t. He can’t be with me cause he’s so fucked up himself.

Niin tai näin, I’m fucking hurt. I’m so sad, I feel like I’ve lost so much even though I really never had anything.

I am leaving this place. Taormina, the place of happiness. I’ve been so happy here and I have wonderful memories. On the other hand, I have broke my mind here thoroughly and now I have to go away to find a pieceful place where I can begin mending it. It’s amazing how much one boy can fuck with your mind.

Well at least I still have my soul. My mind and heart are sick but my soul is “sano come un pesce”. He hasn’t touched my soul one bit. :)