... And I don't feel fine. Now I'm awake feeling something crushing my chest, don't letting me to breath easily. I just turn thirty and I feel sad, I feel scare, I feel alone... I feel empty. I just turn thirty and I'm alone, I don't have any proyects, I don't have a job. Even when I apply to a lot of places, I don't got any kind of answer.
I just turn thirty and I started to feel that the persons I care about, doesn't care about me.
I turned thirty and I started to realize that I don't have any proyects that don't receive the title of dumb, stupid or worst... They receive a laughter.
Now I cannot sleep because I decided to don't be one of the people that do the same thing over an over again. I choose to be me.
Now I cry because I want this demons to stop hunting me. Because they are now telling me that they are some easy ways to stop being, like she said, a "stupid thinking man".
I know that I'm not the only one with the privilege of sadness, but minimizing my problems comparing them with the others people's luck, doesn't make them lighter.
But now I write this feelings to take them out of "my box" and put them in this virtual page. I will live them here, even when nobody read them, even when nobody care.
Because that's what writers do, doesn't they?
They write...
We just write...
I just turn thirty and I started to feel that the persons I care about, doesn't care about me.
I turned thirty and I started to realize that I don't have any proyects that don't receive the title of dumb, stupid or worst... They receive a laughter.
Now I cannot sleep because I decided to don't be one of the people that do the same thing over an over again. I choose to be me.
Now I cry because I want this demons to stop hunting me. Because they are now telling me that they are some easy ways to stop being, like she said, a "stupid thinking man".
I know that I'm not the only one with the privilege of sadness, but minimizing my problems comparing them with the others people's luck, doesn't make them lighter.
But now I write this feelings to take them out of "my box" and put them in this virtual page. I will live them here, even when nobody read them, even when nobody care.
Because that's what writers do, doesn't they?
They write...
We just write...
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