Jessica.

She knows she is lonely, yet she has no problem with it. She prefers to spend her time alone instead of dealing with people’s lies and games.

Ho la pelle delicata, come un alligatore, e il cuore altrettanto tenero.

I promise that I’m always here for you, I will never let you think that you aren’t loved, and at your lowest, I will hold your hand and help you pick up your broken pieces.

A volte mi prende qualcosa che non so definire: non è angoscia, non è desiderio, è un ignoto tumulto interno che minaccia di lacerarmi il petto, che mi stringe la gola.

People are so vulnerable at night. They’re willing to spill out their souls to anyone willing to listen. They have desires to do things that never cross their mind when the sun is in the sky.