I should find ONE thing that I like, be perfectly professional from it and do it until I get retired. And all together, I make myself unhappy with the fact that I want to be happier than anyone. Freedom, piece and other shits are just f***ing big lies. That's it. Now I know the truth. All I was believing don't exist. Thank you. The key of happiness is in my hands, right?!
Once I had a dream. A horrible dream. I was dead, but nobody knew it. I was so afraid that they won't notice what happened and they won't see me anymore, alhough I'm standing there and I was watching myself in the mirror. I saw myself, but I knew, nobody will do.
That's the feeling I feel when people doesn't get what I want to tell. They only hear what they want to hear and I'm just staning alone and listening to my own words.
That's the feeling I feel when people doesn't get what I want to tell. They only hear what they want to hear and I'm just staning alone and listening to my own words.
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