sabato 4 agosto 2007


I don't like my life, but it's not that kind of disliking that makes you aim higher. No no. It's the other kind. The one that makes you wonder about the usefullness of your existence, every single fucking day. The fact is that it's not that bad. Except for the moments when you realize that, in the real end, your birth and your death will be separated only by a terrible amount of useless days. That your life is 0 worth. Nothing more. Yes, I could spend all these days thinking about some ways to make my life suits me, or (better) the other way round. At least, I won't feel this emptyness.

May Bugs burn you all without the minimum trace of mercy, fella. And good night.

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