Life doesn't suxx

Ok...let's pretend that life's good and happy and everything's perfect.

I'm feeling oukay, I can hang out with my friends, I can listen my songs so happy for doing that (how it was the best thing to do ever and ever). Well...I'm pretty fine, I have no complains about it.

But, I do have you to concern. It's strange, pretty strange and we've talked (a lot) about it. Now I see you with other eyes and maybe I want you and that's oukay.

BUT...you know that I don't trust all this crap anymore, don't you? I know you surely do...

I'm not being dramatic. But reality bores me to death.