My beautiful girl´

 

I think she´s somewhere, does it matter to me´ With someone, does it make any difference and does it matter to me´ Or alone, I *ing don´t know, freeing herself from her demons. It´s being a week or so since she left her home to go to Slovenia. She always sends me distractions before and after her guilty acts and pleasures.

Shit, shit it is.

She is an uncontrolled body and mind. She is still a nomade, homeless and lonely. She doesn´t have a *ing boyfriend and a place to live. She lives in the ways of the winds, as things happen and in foreigner affairs with whoever may come on her way.

Shit, this shit its a beautiful piece of shit.