The glass is broken

There's a huge difference between being aware of something, and be told something.

It's almost like there's two "truths", they're exactly the same, but one burns harder than the other.

I guess this is called the ugly truth.

Bc

Unfortunatelly, there is a memory of us I really, really, really like.
Maybe this isn't so unfortunate.
Or maybe this is.
I'm not quite sure, after all...

I admit, I am glad this is over.

We don't hold hands, bc
I don't think I know how to be casual.

Apesar de tudo, confesso que gosto da minha vida clandestina.

O estado de vício é exaustivo.
Não vicie em alguém, esse é o pior dos vícios.
Muito pior do que cigarro.
Acredite em mim, é verdade.

She's like an oyster with no pearls inside