I'm not happy. You can say whatever you want, give thousands pieces of advice, but anyways, I'm not happy, at all.
Up to now 23 years of life have been a complete waste of time. I've never been allowed to do the things I'd really liked. Always dreaming on a lazy mirage of what seemed to be alive. I'm dead, I was killed long ago. Now, after so much desillusions and prohibitions, of being trapped on a bird's jail, I have no desire live. I'm just surviving 'cause I have to, not because I really want it. My dreams have never been supported, always the fucking money was the limitation for me. I could never do things I wanted 'cause my family gave all the money out to my sister, now we are poor and my sister disappeared, she doesn't care about us. Now she is rich, and now I feel that poor that everything I want to do is impossible, 'cause I need to work to survive, and my dreams, my art, doesn't give me the money to pay my lunch and my everyday expenses. And not only for me, but for my family, they can survive alone now. Now I have to work, my dreams don't matter. I've always been a slave of "I have to" or "I don't want to, but I need it"...
Life, if that's all the fucking shit you've prepared for the rest of my life, you better fly away like a firefly's light at the end of the summer, just leave, 'cause I won't stand more strikes.
Just help the people around me to grow up, so that I could feel secure enough to take the decisions to change my life. Sometimes people say it's never late to stop, think and live once in life. I just want to found that thing that really makes me happy.
There are billions of people around the world, some are millionaire, some are happy, some are the most unfortunate people in the world, some are suffering a lot pain. Not all of us will get a happy life, but I just want to ask you, I'm begging, please, let me reach happiness for the rest of my life, please.
I really feel like a bird trapped in a jail without the correct key.... and hope is my only support.
See you on a next "happier" post...