So then it seems to be over. Fuck, I was so happy saturday, wonder what went wrong, friday everything seemed to be OK, met her at the Palermo, then saturday she phoned me about 8 and was going to the party, waited for her for about 5 hours then went to the Palermo where I found her; s'pose I said something stupid. She went away with a friend of mine and this night she wouldn't even want to speak to me over the phone, so a long night has passed but at least I was able to sleep a few hours. Don't want to phone her, and why should I care if she doesn't want to discuss whatever happened? And what did I say to her that made her in such a mood? Think I'll write a postcard or something to her, have to know. Fuck, I'm hurt! Saturday night an ex-girlfriend took me home, thanks to her, I think I was able to do something stupid. So there is no love in this world anymore? Wish I was dead...
Frankly, I do love her, a little too much...