Already there really are no words to testify how their lives every day gives you a stab continues, especially when you are not recommended, you realize that you can never find a job.
The reality of a world of shit and do not require good will, "but the experience even if you have 21 years" is not the seriousness, "but the tread is (recommended)" does not need to be corrected does not serve any of this verve something else in this world.
The hypocrisy is uncertain, the horror is this certainty, the profound contempt for persons who wish to redeem the world dell'lavoro not interested, not interesting, the work should be given to the child's child than recommended, more of that.
You realize every day that it is useless to your persistence, perseverance, courage to go in person so no one appreciates you, even you, despite you deeply because you're nobody to them worth less than 0, you're nobody to have a job but you appearance, I always wonder what I look behind the shine, I never understood why? perhaps not be common, the desire to be different from the masses, perhaps as inches of my height, boh is the answer.
I think that really hopes are over, since a year and a half now many say wait, but wait for something, the best, the place that never comes. The days of deep despair as there are never where you do not even have the strength to write about nell'inutilità live your life, where there is a dog that you are looking for in the first or even second jobs. My life is useless for all first and foremost for myself, but my illusion tells me to keep rolling forward on the ground crawling from the depths of pain, disappointment and unimaginable of life, I lick the wounds and go on, I get up every day continue with my stubbornness of a mule to look for a job, a life of surrender that would otherwise not know honestly. Walk the line, hoping that something changes, anger is eternal and deep hatred for this unjust world does not end. Will remain the survival of every day just to get along in this world, against walls, tunnel-sac etc., etc., because no one will understand but only to judge. A pointless monologue
ungrammatical, from surreal train of thought, from spelling imaginary, but this is because I want to shoot there, and it looking for work, we'll hear the echo this then I say go ahead.
good life at least for those who hides many arrangers like I say, you always have the last word go ahead I'm tired of answering, defend myself, to listen your poison. Andrea
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