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I'm tired of having everything on me, from home, the insults, indifference, and life in general, are tired of this useless and empty life.
Where nothing is where hope is still an illusion, because such a road will not open there door to door only insecurity, hunger and exploitation and that's it.
I'm tired of being alone like a dog, even worse, at least someone there for him are completely empty, I do a lot of questions in my head because I have something wrong with me always. Only
others are perfect, people have friends, neighbors, family, respect, etc., I will no only global indifference as if I had because who knows what crime I had committed only stay between my writings and unnecessary outbursts just nobody talks about me as anyone.
Work is a joke now so take it or send a resume will not take me, and certainly the evidence is that they all consider only pessimistic, victim, etc. They do not care much for the salaries to make ends meet and have friends all celi the rest that remains, and he said those two words to injure a person's care even less.
All good except that I have a child for many, others are just sick of the situation and so they all make his life I lie in my tunnel with no exit and no streets are all well-reinforced concrete is struck with this my life. Resigned
many would say no, I never will I resign or at least maybe when I die I will resign today, no I'm sorry I can not be insensitive and hypocritical it feel-good I'm sorry. The void is my
I live I do not others others can only imagine for those who experience it can understand, but always to a certain point.
The summary of my day is getting up in the morning with the illusion that the phone rings or in the newspaper that there is something not to do moneylender and so on, then see what surrounds you from the arrangement to see the absolute crap that c ' is around you and immediately salt infinite anguish, rage, crazy, and so then you fall asleep late at night if you sleepy, and then you wake up more tired than before because the brain never stops, always thinking that seeks a way out and unfortunately there is not perhaps the help of a saint, but saints do not There are at least for me, so nothing nothing is only safe and sure the gap point.