bocho: Am I too conscious of reality, and the others live in a dream of idiots who do not want to wake up (you do not blame them), or am I the fool who thinks he sees too, seeing nothing?
Whatever the answer, I can say I have never asked to be here and still being here, I think only way out, quietly, without anyon… Read More
bocho: Am I too conscious of reality, and the others live in a dream of idiots who do not want to wake up (you do not blame them), or am I the fool who thinks he sees too, seeing nothing?
Whatever the answer, I can say I have never asked to be here and still being here, I think only way out, quietly, without anyone noticing my absence, as if it had never been.
But it was so, it would be a rat, a waste, a
thingy, shit. my life would be an album and they would lose a Barajitas is not death, it would be with a not an option. For all would be an unfortunate but unfortunate for loving them. The word damn, bastard, asshole, dog, idiot, would become my name.
How difficult is to believe you are in everything and you're not really at all, how difficult it is to start again in a world where there do not seem to fit but I must be, hidden in a corner of the outside world.
It is very hard to leave you, free you from that prison that is your mind, you may not make the things you want, but you do because your head is the absurd idea to do only what you need and you can, and must not beyond what is ordered. But if the orders in your life, put you, that let you be guided by something you can control? How difficult is trying to be like the others, but, why try to be like others? Why rather, they are not like me? Read Less
