мой бренд это дешёвый панк

I'm grateful for how much you talk, keeping me from drowning in my own thoughts, and how quickly you can calm me down when I'm crying because of insignificant things. My guardian with a grey streak in his hair. Thank you for how good you are in supporting me. For saying «stop doubting yourself, cariño, just enjoy the time with your man, he loves you as much as we do», for drying my tears and holding me close while Ignacio holds my hand, silent, but accepting. Thank you, my companions.

I look at you, — only you as of late, yet again, — and I know that you judge. You hear my every thought that spreads through my mind, slithering around like a poisonous snake, as you settle your chin down on my shoulder. My E.C. The perfect companion. You watch me, because you know that I remember your words. No killing myself, right? You won't forgive me for that. Killing myself will result in killing you, and for now it's too early, right?