Supermassive Black Hole

Thank God I'm far away, otherwise I'd fuck up everything. I just know it. But if I was there, I would have never found out. He would have never told me. And I would never feel more beautiful than Helena Christensen...(he needs therapy, I know).

But it doesn't make sense. To fuck up everything for an illusion. There is too much at stake.

I remeber watching a brasilian soap opera in which one of the romantic couples were cousins, and thinking about us. Bloody hell, that was painful.
Because the only thing we can remember is a massage (why didn't you turn around????) and a fucking closed door that even today makes my heart beat faster. That damned door that should have been opened.

Why the hell am I thinking about all this stuff anyway? BECAUSE I AM HERE ALONE AND MY FUCKING BRAIN STOPPED WORKING, THAT'S WHY!!!