What karma has to say

Well I think the show is over. 

Yesterday I visited him in one of his rehearsals. He has an stunning voice, always so kind and gentle. Also, he has his eyes on another girl... a clasemate, too talented, too pretty, too lucky. This semester is going to be loooooooooong, but I have my art to rescue me from myself, my autodestructive and gloomy thoughts, and also, to take this sorrow away.

I always thought he was too perfect to be true. Too perfect to lay his ayes on me, this innocent and childful girl, who is too responsable, too interesting for anyone...

There's nothing else I can do for now. Just cry, take this sorrow away and write this entry while I try to forget.