Yesterday morning I woke up thinking about my life. I conclude that all my time was wasted. I invested all my strength in my job and it wasn’t enough to my other me. It has exceeded me and I can’t carry on. Actually, I don’t know how carry on. I ask to myself if I am a monster, if my life it has been a mistake and all I get is silence. The fucking silence which torture me every night.
Nowadays, my only friend is loneliness. It seems that she understands me even when I despise her. It sounds weird. My conduct looks like that of a madman.
Anyway, I want to go out of here. I want to fly with Pegaso.