Life is amazingly misterious,
no matter whatever you think about it. I mean, sometimes you just do the things
in a way that you are not used to do, and then, it turns out that it really
doesn't matter.
Or it does? Who knows? Who
CARES?
Sure thing, I will say that
you should never - NEVER - contradict your principles... The worst that you
could do to yourself is act like another person, 'cause when everything is
finished, reality WILL burn you deeply, and nothing's worse than facing your
blackened face on a mirror and accept that you just acted like a weak, foolish
dork...
The point is, life whack us
differently. No one is hit in the same way that another one - we all have our
weaknesses, and they aren't the same of that guy next door. So, we must
understand, respect, and most important, NEVER JUDGE others based on our own
values; It's unfair, stupid, pointless... whatever.
Have this post any sense?
No. Not really.
I just can't sleep. Can't
stop drinking. Can't stop thinking, "Where's the point of this all?"
And... I do not think that
I will ever pay back any of that cigarettes that we smoked today. After all,
I'm the last man standing. I deserve it, don't I?
