Sunday, November 13, 2011
Dear Lisa,
I hate the feeling of being lonely.
And really empty.
Doing nothing.
I fear being the person who succeeds so much in life but obtains no success in having a company by your side.
I don't wish to be the actor in films who spends their time in their hotel room doing nothing but rot, eat chips, have sex with women whom would eventually leave the next day.
People who seem to be happy and contented, because they have the money and ability to get anything they want in life. Anything that has a price label.
Then what's the price of your company? What's the price of companionship?
What's the price of your love and care
I wish I knew
I wish I could pay for it.
tre arty
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