The ending is the beginning

Where should I start? I don’t know. Maybe nowhere. I just thought I had something to write about. Something could end my endless bewilderment. What I call it? I don’t know. Maybe it is an extrication.

Everything has it beginning, I think so.

Well, this is the beginning of something not new to me.

Everybody said: “Follow your dream, kid. And you will be happy.”

I think they were right. But the thing is I don’t know what is that dream. I gotta say this: it is much, much and much easier when you know what do you love to do and just try your best to do it than don’t know what you wanna do and try to figure out what that is.

I will not ask why it has to be like that. I really don’t care. It’s just happen.

I’m so tired. God, I wish I have another world to describe my feelings. But this is only word I know to point these out: tired.

My eyes, my heart, my mind… all of my body’s parts are separate. I feel like I’m not belong to me anymore.

So now, I give up. I accept myself like who I am. No pretending, no resistance.

I am who I am: normal, creepy, crazy, dark, destructive and whatever else.

I accept it.

The rest thing I should do is trying to find out what makes me feel peaceful. It must be something that I do it just because I love to do it and no reason else. Something makes me feel I’m not an empty bottle.

Try to listen to myself and then...I'm free.

And one thing I can be sure about: I withdraw the Internet... right now.