I'm getting to a point in my life where everything bores me, until I would say the same life.
not happening to me are strange sensations, I can not define happiness, at this time what may be happiness?.
I have no goals set, is not it true that to live requires a target that moves you? for I am without direction or way whatsoever.
saddens me to know that my life is boring or at least I feel like that. Not that I can do, I feel very depressed. I am the worst thing on earth.
Sometimes I think of death as a means of salvation, but not so brave to face life. Millions of principles mingle to make me doubt it's good for me, if life
The only consolation I have is that there is a new day, apparently to maximize and never should, but I do not.
Needless to say I retire.
goodbye, not forever, and write again, I just need to vent somehow.
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