23.10.2015

Psycho

I used to get high and I used to be fine. I used to love and got used to be unloved. I used to want to meet people. I used to see me in the mirror. When did you stop reading? When did your curiosity stop? When did u assumed that your knowledge was enough and stopped asking questions? I have some reasons to be unsatisfied and I have others to keep on breathing. What are yours? And why do you act like you ever had some?