Lieta sings! click to hear me! 🙂 excerpt of Sunday morning by Maroon 5


I have cried so much. So much in the past 6 months more than I have in the five years before that.

When I was younger I used to hate people. To see all the bad, almost none of the good. I kept alone, shrouded myself in books. Then I transferred to a new school and I decided to change. Cut my hair changed uniforms, decided to be happier, more optimistic, more open, more friendly.

And now I’ve lost two people that I genuinely care about and its all my fault and I’m scared. I’m scared and I’ve been crying and I just hurt even though I know I shouldn’t because it really is all my fault

I’ve been crying, and crying and crying and crying and crying.

Please help me I don’t know what to do.

I think I’ll go back. I don’t want this. I don’t want this anymore


She buried herself in her hair, against his chest sobbing spasmodically and uncontrollably. Sometimes she gets strands of hair in her mouth but she’s too tired. She is much too tired to care. Pounding her fists against him she screams so much that she feels her heart rise up to her throat, threatening to leave her body through her mouth.

There is no one beside her, in front of her, near her. There is only this wall, lovingly painted in a time when things were better. When things were right. The person she used to cry against when times were low is gone, and so far this is the worst of them.

I think I’ll burn the apartment down.