The Foolishness

Rays of light invade the room, it's Friday, I don't take it well. Waking up aggravates the desolation, intercepts yesterday's night, a reminder that deteriorates my state. In the end I agreed with him, weak that I am, I hate myself for being stupid.

I brush my teeth; I will see Silvain today, I don't know with what eyes, but I must face him. I rinse my mouth, then clean up. Hurry that I do not want to use, maybe time is running out and I hurry. Summer is almost starting and I de