Sametimes I wonder if my dreams are the cause of my misery. I was failure. I just victim of unsuccesful. I’ve become obsessive. My mind has become sick. Trying to get happinies from samething that has only brouhgt me pain.
I need stop dreaming and try just living and doing. My hope is a new destiny emerges. One, where I can hold my head up, and two, who knows maybe smile again.