It's never too late to stare at the stars and think. And that's what I did with him last night. The frozen night, after a few glasses of wine. We were drunk, but we were in love with our own truth. And I don't dare to make any question about it.
I won't see him anymore. I can't steal his eyes, I made a promise to him, I made a promise to myself: don't steal eyes. Never more.
I couldn't tell you why I need so much to be suffering all the time but I get the conclusion that I really need it, right? It's like everybody needs to drink and to feed, it's simple. And I'm not upset or worried or concerned about it.
I have something inside that never lets me sleep at night. I have something really bad inside which makes me be so bad in this love stuff. It's just a conclusion it's not a suicide note. But I think I should write one someday.
I'm sure I don't need any kind of help, I'm feeling fine. Just accepting that I'm not gonna get what I want. Piece of cake.
Crime and Punishment is a book written by Dostoiévski and I have to tell you guys, I'm loving it. Ok, the story isn't developed up to know so much things about the plot but I think that the author makes the reading easier. There's not complicated words or something. Everything is completely understandable.
Summarizing the whole thing: there's a guy called Raskólnikov (the hard part is reading the characters' names!), who commits a homicide. And he's running away from his past then he commits a second murder and things get really bad. In this story, Dostoiévski by the observation of real facts, will write a tale about guilt and punishment.
I'll be back to tell what it's my opinion about it. But I think it will take a little time, the book has 553 pages! I'll better go read now!