Recently I started to write one diary book for myself about my one-year life story and I'm totaly colapsing inside because my thoughts writen on the paper are so true!
It makes me sad but I can still feel the joy, of course. So my mind cotradicts a bit...
Sometimes it drives me crazy!
Although it's simple as nothing:
"Boy before I met you I was F.I.N.E. Fine, but your love made me a prisoner, yeah my heart's been doing time...!"♡