E quando descobres que vives num sonho, apesar da tua aparente lucidez?

A rush of thoughts to the head....and it explodes...

Wouldn't it be nice? So many points of view, thoughts jammed up in that place that it would just *POOF*. And then I'd be dead. And would I have been a good man? a great man? A scoundrel? A bum? A bloke who just couldn't get laid? A bloke who was really into some gal and was too shy to even ask her out? Some metaphysical force damn it...I can't stand it...I need to hate..or to love...I can't be like this...Just gimme something to hate...coz I can't love...

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Welcome, to a world of hate
A life of buried dreams
Smothered, by the soils of fate
Welcome, to a world of pain
Bitterness your only wealth
The sand of time kicked in your face
-Rubbed in your face

When aspirations are squashed
When life's chances are lost
When all hope is gone
When expectations are quashed
When self esteem is lost
When ambition is mourned
...All you need is hate

In futility, for self preservation
We all need someone
-Someone to hate


Na senda do que escrevi ontem, faço minhas as palavras do Jeff Walker....Buried Dreams...nem mais nem menos

Who said time could heal? Who was the fucker? I'll reap his fucking eyes out.
Time can only bring you death. Stupid fuckers...we'll be dead soon...so I laugh at you...all of you..

Happy birthday to me....gah...fuck it...

20...same shit...demasiado preocupado com outros assuntos pa celebrar....

Unravel despair...in comes the pain...now there's no other way...bitterness in my mouth for I don't want it any other way. I drink to this and it settles within me, this idea of a broken dream, shattered and clustered.......AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH....mas q sa foda...realmente...q merda eh esta? vou ficar deprimido? ai cum caralho...tenho q mandar umas caralhadas pa desanuviar...e aqui nao...muita gente pode ler isto...
E é verdade...sinto que estou a enlouquecer....estou preso, foda-se...tenho medo...merda da introversão..personalidade do tipo B...ou como gostam de nos chamar...tímidos..É UMA DOENÇA SEUS FILHOS DA PUTA! É EXTREMAMENTE DIFÍCIL DE CURAR...BAAAAAAAAAH...mandam-nos todos pos nossos cantinhos e passam sem virar a cara....dizer caralhadas é facil...resolver assuntos é complicado...nunca vou ter vingança porque não consigo sair da concha...aliás...sair de casa já me custa....não quero morrer...mas também não quero viver assim...