Lua Nova, 18 de Outubro de 2009
It doesn't matter. It's always the same. Anytime I dare to open my eyes it's always there. That image which haunts me for the rest of my days.
I look into the mirror and it's there: my own distorted reflection...
I can no longer see the person I was. All I can see now is a shadow of what I used to be.
There's no longer bright yellow hair, shiny blue eyes or whatever I was. No... What I see is dull, brittle blond hair and lifeless eyes with deep, dark shadows around them.
That's to be expected. My old friends warned me, but I didn't listen to them. I thought they were just scared of trying. But no... They were right, I was wrong. They have a life, I don't.
Who knew that one experience would turn my life so fast to this degree? It's the truth... I thought I'd be able to try and leave it alone... I was wrong once again... Really wrong...
Now I'm addicted to this... There's no way around it.
All I can do now is wait.
Wait for that reflection to fade away.
