I'm back.

I'm back. I went with a suitcase in his apartment. Unpacking. I went to the balcony, and there He lights his ex. She does not mind. I shout, go crazy. He hands me a glass, I drink. Dizzy. Fuck them I’m packing and going away again. He insisted that I stayed. I sit down on the bed, suitable His friend and tries to kiss me, he says it's OK, relax. I beat him in the face. In surprise find that everything is neigh.

Me: Do you even normal? What do you allow yourself?

He: Well, because it's your style.

I do not feel the head, floating all around. She says:

Yes, that's all I rigged.

Somehow I get out on the street, they are for me. Fever. We reach the club. I'm getting worse. Inside the lava instead of blood. Full of a cocktail drink and I feel that ice is hot. Ice is hot! I yell to call an ambulance. Suitable His friend and holds iPhone, which shows newly hatched popcorn. Here's what's waiting for you in 5 minutes. I fall to the ground. I twist. She takes the phone and puts an ambulance with me. The pain pierces the heart to the abdomen, I’m dying.

She leaves saying: In fact, your killing was His idea. I have nothing to do with.

Closing my eyes I see myself in reality. Dream, real, dream, real. Well, let's wake up. I can’t get out. I wake up, cry, but I still love him.