Sleepy.

2 hours to wake up, and I'm still awake. And, this time, there's nothing wrong, just all kind of stuff in my mind, u know. Memories, some songs, pictures, hours and words. A thought that is making endless circles inside, wondering myself about all the stuff done the last three weeks. All the information, all the moods, all the fun.
And, I don't care a shit what the world could say about this, because it's totally fine to me: I love you.
In every single way.



"Good night".

-6:22am.