It's been so long... I haven't written in English for several months. However, I've been thinking a lot.
Sometimes we have to be another person to be happy...
I would like to begin this entry with a quote by Mark Renton (Trainspotting) one of the best movies I've ever seen.
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
Firstly, I've never been in drugs but I think that he is considering life in all senses when he enumerates that stuff.
I'm sure that it is not the best entry, perhaps it is one of the worst entries I've ever written.
However, as I see it, every entry describes a moment in my life and this very moment is full of confusion and so gray so I don't know what I want, I don't see future. Pretty sad but I'm being honest.
I've chosen life before developing my way of thinking. I've chosen a career. I've chosen my family. I'm trying to have good health. I've chosen my friends (not so many, but enough.)
While I'm writing this text full of nonsense I'm choosing my future.
Finally, there's one thing that I've never chosen: Love. I'm not talking about unconditional love like the one I have for my family and friends.
I mean love, a man to love. Maybe my life is full of confusion because I'm not taking decisions, I'm just thinking. Sometimes I think that "the man" will appear and I won't notice him. Perhaps I'm thinking too much and feeling too little.
Perhaps we need more time. Perhaps you are there but I don't see you. Choose me.
Sometimes we have to be another person to be happy...
I would like to begin this entry with a quote by Mark Renton (Trainspotting) one of the best movies I've ever seen.
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
Firstly, I've never been in drugs but I think that he is considering life in all senses when he enumerates that stuff.
I'm sure that it is not the best entry, perhaps it is one of the worst entries I've ever written.
However, as I see it, every entry describes a moment in my life and this very moment is full of confusion and so gray so I don't know what I want, I don't see future. Pretty sad but I'm being honest.
I've chosen life before developing my way of thinking. I've chosen a career. I've chosen my family. I'm trying to have good health. I've chosen my friends (not so many, but enough.)
While I'm writing this text full of nonsense I'm choosing my future.
Finally, there's one thing that I've never chosen: Love. I'm not talking about unconditional love like the one I have for my family and friends.
I mean love, a man to love. Maybe my life is full of confusion because I'm not taking decisions, I'm just thinking. Sometimes I think that "the man" will appear and I won't notice him. Perhaps I'm thinking too much and feeling too little.
Perhaps we need more time. Perhaps you are there but I don't see you. Choose me.
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