Blue

Today was a blue day.
Walking to home I think in what I'll say when arrive. I'll tell to my mom: i'm waiting for a calling to go out. But I think: I don't go anywhere this night. The feeling of havin to lie and don't have enought corouge to say that nobody wants stay with me this night collapse me.

Why I can't give me something to myself????

I remember when he didn't give a rose. I went to home with watery eyes and my mother asked me: and your rose?. At that time, my lack of courage to admit his reasons makes that I invent an excuse that my mother accepted without questions. I'm feeling very bad for not being able to shout that I haven't a rose. But I lied. Just as I lied today.