Josefi

So what's the point of wasting all my words? If it's just the same or even worse than reading poems to a horse. You keep on aiming for the top and quit before you sweat a drop,feed your empty brain with your hydroponic pot. I bet you'll find someone like you cause there's a foot for every shoe,I wish you luck but I've other things to do.
I'll leave again cause I've been waiting in vain but you're so in love with yourself. If I say my heart is sore, sounds like a cheap metaphor-

(Aunque esta semana haya sido una mierda, gracias por todo. Te amo)