Do you remember...
The nights when you barely slept, spent with strangers and music. Nights full of smiles and color.
At that time everything was beautiful. It was all fun and games.
Those were the worst days but I acted like they were the best. At least I had fun. At least "that girl" had fun. "That girl", because she was not me.
But, in the morning, she was still all alone.
But at least she was living.
Sometimes I miss those days, because in the darkness I could pretend everything was fine.