DecayingSin

Everyday is the same day here at home, Same routine everyday, Same people (of course they live here)and the noises are still the same, I cannot believe that i'am writing(typing) this here but there's no one here i can talk to, even my friends and "families". Tomorrow i hope there is something new to do, i'am Empty, like a bottle.. all of the water inside me are gone maybe i poured it somewhere. hehe i know i'am "corny" about that. But whose to blame?, no one of course but me. I hope my little boy and his mother are doing fine..and doing well, I'am ashamed of myself of course that's why Im enduring this feeling not to see them and contact the