3/31/05 02:51 pm - Why?
I don't know why I always come here when I'm deppresed, crying and thinking about all the bad things in the world. Maybe because I have no one to talk to.
It's so funny how I went from coming 2 great friends I could go out with and have fun, talk to them, call them whenever I was feeling down, to having just online friends. I just wish they were here :( Or that my online friends, who are great, were here too. But now all I have is a bunch of ppl I used to know. It's funny, most of them I grew up with but still we're like strangers. I guess I missed the years where you really get to know ppl. And when they change.
Now I'm just counting the days 'til I can be free and move. Far away from this place. It sounds so rude and mean, especially to my country, but what, the most important years I didn't spend here. I wish I were still a kid... I wish I had never moved to Chile. Or back here. But shit happens. All the time, and especially to me.
Why is it that I can't do anything right? There's nothing you can say that I'm perfect in. You know how ppl are so friendly and make friends anywhere? Or how someone is so pretty that it's unbelievable? Or a guitar player who can play anything, an actor that takes you to another world, someone that can make money from absolutely anything. But there's nothing for me. I have no talent. Honestly. None.
And ppl say that there are ppl that are worse than me. Like hungry children in Africa, people that are going through war. And yes, they are probably worse than me. But I think they have a desire that I lack. The desire to live. The desire to believe there's a tomorrow. And I certainly don't want it to be tomorrow, or the day after, or whatever day that's left to come. I wish I could go to sleep... and never wake up.
It's so funny how I went from coming 2 great friends I could go out with and have fun, talk to them, call them whenever I was feeling down, to having just online friends. I just wish they were here :( Or that my online friends, who are great, were here too. But now all I have is a bunch of ppl I used to know. It's funny, most of them I grew up with but still we're like strangers. I guess I missed the years where you really get to know ppl. And when they change.
Now I'm just counting the days 'til I can be free and move. Far away from this place. It sounds so rude and mean, especially to my country, but what, the most important years I didn't spend here. I wish I were still a kid... I wish I had never moved to Chile. Or back here. But shit happens. All the time, and especially to me.
Why is it that I can't do anything right? There's nothing you can say that I'm perfect in. You know how ppl are so friendly and make friends anywhere? Or how someone is so pretty that it's unbelievable? Or a guitar player who can play anything, an actor that takes you to another world, someone that can make money from absolutely anything. But there's nothing for me. I have no talent. Honestly. None.
And ppl say that there are ppl that are worse than me. Like hungry children in Africa, people that are going through war. And yes, they are probably worse than me. But I think they have a desire that I lack. The desire to live. The desire to believe there's a tomorrow. And I certainly don't want it to be tomorrow, or the day after, or whatever day that's left to come. I wish I could go to sleep... and never wake up.

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