My ipod I are best friends and I hardly took off from him, it seems that I knew when melancholy is reaching a point emptied almost takes it all appears random with a new song I stabilize
know, I have no talent for writing my dyslexia got me on the verge of retirement but here I am writing thinking thinking ... there are nights that the truth can not sleep if an electronic device would be on standby and running again. Now I do not know what I am nor where I go, always the same. But I'm studying something that is useless in a despicable institution and I'm living in a society where money is what matters and how you want and you will be. I know in my hands to change that is why I decided to pack to leave.
Start, go out, hide under my bed not think it works. but not to run, say I love you, risk fears, work on something that I do not like anything. Intonations that do? Vomiting to lose consciousness. Combining pills with alcohol and let live that fantasy long hair, beard and walk barefoot until it bleeds ...
Nose, recently pronounced that word but I really wake up and wanted to be an old man look like he spends all along the road of life ...
