Yes, i am trying to write in english.
I am afraid of giving second chances. or firsts. I want to act, instead.
There are certain voices that calm me.
I need i change, in my hair, in my closet, or i die.
I rejected him again and he said he wont give up. I am anxious. just anxious.
There is something, that alarms me, i am afraid i know what that is.
Maybe another hand will make a difference to this bunch of facts that i dont know where to hide.