Since that moment, probably quite obvious, when I began being unsure about things and feelings, I made up my mind to try seeing through things rather than sharing them. I liked to understand more and care less, probably this won't lead to become a better man, maybe even further.
I wouldn't say I was wasting myself really, I was just having a life. This life was quite different and strange, contained anger and hate, chaos and pain. But then, now it comes to a point when I look back, nothing change at all, people are living the same. We have all been there.
Looking back my previous stories, I probably went through many unnecessary moments and shit everywhere. The last thing I want to do is to make things right from the very worst. The stronger I have to be to really not getting in the mistake I took before, and the responsible I need to take.
Maybe this is like a baby talk, might even be a confession not worth mentioning. But to me it's a point that I need to talk to myself, make a move maybe.
I am always serious about my life;
I need some time to adjust to new things.
I am no good painter, but my painting speaks when the feeling is so strong.
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