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It is quite silly the way my entire new built life is
being flushed away...And there is nothing or nobody to blame but bad timing or bad choices or maybe the fact that everything around is against it...me... What is there more to do when there is nothing done?When each and every single idea ends or dies before even being said...It is so stupid to have your wingh broken every fucking minute by things like time or stupid necessities that are built or thought to make our lives easier but so impossible to live (excepting the fact that we are machines with no feelings that are fed with money and stress and other stupid things)...Nevermind...I've come to the idea that the only way to be happy is to dream...but when dreams reach reality they turn into pain and stupid tears that solve nothing but make everything harder and impossible to live... I would only wish to stop feeling as I were alone and forgotten on this stupid world, though in the middle of so many people that step everyday on my shadow making me wish i never were born, or that I never met some people or that...who cares... Maybe is all about choices...Because we alone chose the doors we enter not knowing what waits us inside...The annoying reality is that in the past 2 years (or, who knoes, maybe more) I have chosen the wrong doors...I sometomes think that they are the worst ones...And more stupid is the fact that once entering a room you can never go back and enter another one...I once thought that I was able to go out of one and eneter another...but it seems now that i've fallen even more and i went so far o this road and it is so difficult to start another trip from the beginning...I sometimes feel out of energy and willing because it seems that everything I do hurts me more and more every given day... Maybe I should just consider my game some kind of gambling and play other cards every day and every night at another table...Because I don't think that tehere is something else to lose after you've lost all...Actually...after you've lost your faith and hope...and willing to go on...Anyway I never thought (not even a year and some ago) that I could feel so empty and so torn appart...It is like thousands of bullets hit me and they left unhealing wounds...I know now for sure that I've nerver experienced a phisical pain that hutrs so much like this one...And (isn't that ironic?!)people tend to put first phisical/material stuff...Why are we interested only on stuff that has to end, die, finish, get old??? I sure don't know that and would never understean the way people think and how small stupid things make them happy...I wish I were alone on an island where things don't exist, money don't exist, clothes don't exist...only dreams that come true by only thinking at them... I sometimes wish I were in an endless coma dreaming my dreams ...JUST THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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