There's something I wanna say, a nice and friendly message to all...
I don't like you, I don't like YOUR problems or anyone else's problems, and, I DON'T like MY problems...

I realize that endless is the price I have to pay for this, for what I have...
Really?, do I believe that?, I think that in a long term, I might...

So... I don't have a point here, what is this?, what do I write?, do I have to write anything?...
I been feeling... good, ok, there stuff in my mind, as in your mind, dear reader, as well,
I don't and I won't have the vacations from all of you, nope, there isn't the exile that I promised to my mind, I been pull back from the road to that place, and... it's weird, 'cuz it feels good, it feels so good, and this feeling... wow, just wow, I never even considered to actually have it, yes, newsflash for me...
And at the end, in the bottom, I just want something I can never have, and that's ok...

So, you thought that you knew?, ha, you don't have any idea...

Think for yourself

Question authority

Throughout human history, as our species has faced the frightening, terrorizing fact that we do not know who we are, or where we are going in this ocean of chaos, it has been the authorities, the political, the religious, the educational authorities who attempted to comfort us by giving us order, rules, regulations, informing, forming in our minds their view of reality. To think for yourself you must question authority and learn how to put yourself in a state of vulnerable, open-mindedness; chaotic, confused, vulnerability to inform yourself.

Think for yourself.

Question authority.

It's almost over...
I feel it so close...
Something in me tell me, it's time,
It's time to reject the world again,
It's time to be careless to everyone,
It's time to enjoy my sadness, the fact that
I'm not going to see anybody for a long time,
Well just a few days left, a few events left...
And I can hurt myself, without any eyes who can realize of it,
I can break myself into pieces...

It's so good to be alone,
Makes me more strong, more cold,
And I can let escape my anger to myself...
A few weeks like this, and I can say:
"Good bye heart, see you later, when I have to come back"

I need to see that guy again,
The careless one, I'm tire of being worry about people,
And most of it, of feeling I'm doing it without being notice,
I make no change for good, so... I'm tire of feeling six feet under over people,
Now, I will call the other guy, the lonely one, the one how doesn't care,
Say goodbye to the imbecile who care too much, 'cuz he... he is dying inside...