And all this, I feel I have to vent. I do not know what the hell happens, why all I care much, but I care so little. Let it go, with the bittersweet feeling that I'm missing out on life, the substantial things of life, but what's so significant?
Attempt to guess.
When I no longer believe in God or in people and I have the certainty that everything is fallible. No one will look for me or for you, or by both.
I feel infinitely small.
Dwarf.
A tiny molecule in a very large universe, to whom I can import it. Life as
resuelta ahead, 21 credits. A year a half, I am old, I die, something is dying inside me. I cry with the songs, with the series, with films, and the worst is that I'm not even depressed.
I can not even stop to gloat so sad I am, because I learned long ago not to give importance to sadness.
is fleeting, like everything else, like me, I'm always passing through.
I can not be sad, I can not, breathe, me drugs, trying to sleep and fled sueñoy dreams. I do not know if you or me.
This is the great moment of transition in life, adolescence. The adolesc
ence are still a child. A child can choose from a wider range of opportunities, but a kid at the end of the day, and I could not tell how many people evolved from that point.
But now, why. A live, that this is over.
Forget everything, this is the beginning of the end. Now you build the foundations of what will be the rest of your life. Create something stable enough to sustain you while afternoons degenerarte and die.
And I'm afraid.
very afraid. I do not know if I'm wrong or if I am right, if I am giving up something important enough to repent, if I know s
