A weird day

Suddenly she felt that nothing was ok. Suddenly she understand tht all the things that she ever wanted, that she ever needed weren't important anymore. She wished she could stop, thinking, crying, missing, living. She started walking, just walking, wishing somebody could stop her and tell her don't worry, nothing is that bad, all the shit she always told her friends. She wished she was an angel, or even bellieve in them, she wished she could be a little bit more stupid, she wished she could fly. For her it was hard to find a song to sing, something  to do, the emotion that rain provided her, it was difficult but she tried to feel happy. She watched a movie, and laughed and cry at the same time, she wished she could stop. She spent all her money, she didn't think about tomorrow, she talked to strangers, looking for something familiar, not in them, in her. 

And she was me, and she still is, inside me. 

And sometimes outside, but she stays alone so she doesn't hurt anybody.