why? why am i not enough for you?..
why won`t you take me just as i am?
broken, reflected, distorted, but still devoted?
why?.. why the hell won`t you do love me?
now, drinking my birthday Allegrini sparkling, slowly.
not to spill on my newly delivered custom Dior gown.
(they took it directly from 80s and it`s just beautiful)
i know.
i know, that love is exxagerated.
and i have no time for someone, who wants to somehow change me.
i would always prefer the one, who already did have my blood on his hands.
or the one, who would agree to sleep with me without additional strings.
it is not healthy to daydream anymore.
i have kids, i have checks, i have my empire.
i am not that girl anymore. i am 29.
Theresa, you would understand.
Mirame.