A letter to a friend

maybe maybe maybe i'll stay and you go maybe i'm sorry and you will never know i'm not sorry because of something i did because truth is i did nothing and i'm sorry for being a bitch but you should have known me better than that i'm sorry for thinking you would be better than that and that i was good enough and you should have known i would never never do that and you should have believed me and you didn't don't and i'm sorry it's my fault i never knew how to tell you what i wanted and now the opportunitie has passed and we are old and we are no longer what we used to be i like to think i'm a better person now sometimes i think you haven't changed others i know you did we did everybody did you will never know she will always be rigther for you than me she changes but i think you are perfect for eachother i was wanted everybody to be happy i wanted things to be good great perfect i know the only reason we're this far is me but i don't care i'm not i'm done i don't know and i don't care. I love you

                                                                   With what I wish wasn't Love,
                                                                                                 Camille


Viste que bonito? Tem um ponto final, e nem é no fim. Agora quero um nobél sff