"How are you?"

Hey. How? Empty, grey, wrong, cold, sad...worthless. Drowning in the sea of sweet sad tears, coffee and "unlady-like" drinks, poisoning myself in the cloud of smoke of numerous cigarettes and the aroma of your favourite cologne. Cut, tear apart and burn the photos and junk that belonged to you. Empty talk with people who catch my every breath, but aren't uncaring. Freezing myself, walking the empty, icey streets of winter. Blocking the sounds with deafening, heavy music and the laughs of countless people. And everything that's left, I mask in my everyday politeness, crazy stunts, empty glares and...it's a shame that you will not read any this.