De memoires van Cassandra en Cassanova, final chapter.
16-10-2009
Thus conscience makes cowards of us all
To die, to sleep no more, for in that sleep of death what dreams may come? Everything will be normal again. Soon. Drama,
everything I do is wrong, everything I say is wrong, you suffer under
my happiness, because you were alone. I left you. And you're so sorry
for yourself. Shuffing me the responsibility of your wellbeing. Me
being wrong does not make you right. You claim me to be cruel to you
while everything I do I do for you. I changed my life, made everything
as you want it, except for the few things I can't go without. You poor
little thing, beaten down by my life.... I don't feel sorry for you.
You're creating your own doom and try to tell me I'm doing it. You
lie, you cheat, you hate but still, you breathe. And alone I face my burden.
For he's happy with someone else. How are they? My children? Why let me go without a fight? Was I that disappointing? Hell 's a playground compared to what I'm in. No one sees, no one is really looking. I still am me,looks don't show feelings.
