When the gray clouds arrive, take out the umbrella.
After crying, after thinking how cruel life is I looked at myself and thought : Is time to clean my eyes, heal my wounds and keep walking. No matter how many times I cry, how many times I say it NOBODY’s ever going to understand. You know why? Because they haven’t passed trough this. I feel like I don’t deserve this. She’s part of my family, he’s part of my past and I haven’t repair the damage. I suffer because they have to know… they have to know that their love hurt me, but they keep doing it in front of me. I have to HEAL, I NEED TO REPAIR ALL THE DAMAGE, BECAUSE I CANNOT LOVE AGAIN, IF I DON’T CLOSE MY SCARS.