I do not know to be patient. This I understand.
Why this anger, because this disappointment, uncertainty, disgust, incomprehension, fatigue, apathy, rejection, intolerance, anger, irritation, disappointment, rage, annoyance, aggression, impatience, arrogance?
Why are due to return to this place worse than they are playing? I do not want all this hate, hate the spaces that surround me, I hate people around me, but most of all hate me. I hate it because I wanted to be different and there is no success, I hate it because I wanted it for me and I wanted it to others. I hate myself for so many reasons that I can not understand it myself and this hatred is eating me alive, has already taken all the crumbs of happiness that I had brought with her. Although I believe that happiness after two seconds that I put my foot in reality is gone, pulled off the chest with a hardness absurd. From people I love, by people who should love me. What else should I say? I want magic, and I can not have it here, and I do not see why I should kill it, suppress it. All I can say is "hold on, because all these moments will be rewarded by disgusting than pure happiness."
I want a baseball bat. I do not want to wait. I want it now.
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