Rain.

From time to time I like to imagine killing myself. Going through all the little details in my head. Coldness of the water in bath where I wash myself pure for the last time. Letters to my loved ones where my written words make sure that they won't feel guilty nor angry. Placebo - My Sweet Prince would be on repeat. Wine and tablets. Beautiful long black dress covering my fragile body. Curly hair and blood red lips. How divine!

I decided not to cry until I meet the love of my life. And that means a very long time.