I'm a pessimist. My uncontrollable imagination has strangled me in my own world. The sad thing is that I don't want to escape it. I drown in my own heart, and it doesn't matter if I perish there, because no one has ever grieved for me.
Perhaps, at some moment, my soul rotted and my thoughts grew damp. Madness and romance were tangled with the last of my reason. Even that little bit was enough to help me remember your face and voice.
Shall we save each other?
Theme: Develop a healthy outlook on love
