enough

So empty. So cold. Then, i feel empty by inside.
Alone.
Useless.
What else? Nothing more, please. Is enough, I think.
How much can I resist? I say that... I can not resist anymore.
A part of me is dying... and sometimes I say "I want to die with her".

I don't deserve this... I think

ganas de ná, I just want to talk with a friend.