Today is June 12th, but it is almost June 13th. It is not a Thursday but I'm still worried. Inside of me there is a feeling, carving my soul, my stomach. I feel something bad to happen. I do not know but I just feel it. I do not know.
Some minutes separate me from the other day, but I just feel something, like the air of something not going right. I hope it doesn't happen anything. But what if it happens? What am I going to do?
I am listening to the only Katy Perry's song that makes me cry: "The one that got away". And now it's midnight. Some minutes passed. Not much, just three. Even though it feels like an eternity. This feeling is killing me. I feel so week, and the rain outside is weakening me more. It is killing me. I hope it kills me and nobody else that can be killed.
I am going to sleep.
