100 words diary essay.

Sitting at home alone at night, thinking about games and love. What is love? It's just a cup of coffee without sugar. Although bitter, it is very sweet. You are not very special, but I often miss you and forget to breathe. The world is spinning. I'm not me anymore. I don't need words A drop of salty water came into my mouth. It turned out to be tears ... there was laughter in tears and promise in dreams.