Sometimes I wonder:
but makes no sense to me Waiting for someone to love me?
perhaps begin to live?
do not know, and then who said that I must try to be happy?
There is a possibility that this is not happen, maybe I was not chosen for the privilege.
but I always had the presumption that I will have these things, that
on me as I am,
perhaps the finest in my mind.
Should I focus on something else, write for example,
continue to write about anything and earn the money if you can.
would be a good prospect, an example of futility profitable.
And maybe there would be more satisfied and do not expect anything because the things I wanted
have already arrived.
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