Berlin's journal

20

Nein, ich bin mit allem fertig.Dies ist, was ich...Ich hob meine Hoffnungen zu hoch...

I knew it yet i tried to ignore the thought. I was blinded by happiness. But that's okay. He was human anyways. I'm a capital. I'd out live him. And he'd notice me not aging and possibly get freaked out and leave me. I find it's for the best. I did return his hoodie though. and now my face stings. Yay...a new mark on my face and another chip out of my self esteem.