I have a dream, like everyone else.
My dream is perfect, to perfect.
In my dream I have a perfect boyfreind, perfect smile, perfect love, perfect life.
But when I see my dream again, I see that I can give up everything for my dream, and I dont care, it's to perfect.
But then I come back to reality, and see taht It can't be right-too perfect, In my dream I dident care, but now, it's to perfect.
When you want that everything will be perfect-you can't live. It's killing you.
I live my life as it is, I dont like the most of it, but I'm trying.

I dont want it to perfect. and I cant.
I think, that I need just something that will be that way-perfect, It's love.


Now I'm li'l drunk.
My head hurt's.
But I like it.