luni, 20 aprilie 2015

20

 Today was my birthday. I've been alive for 2 decades and I have yet to do something with my existance. I just wasted: time, life, creativity, patience, my humanity. I don't like what I've become and I don't have the power to change it. I hope that I can at least play this role until the end and not half-ass it.
 I haven't written in a long time; a very, very long time. The ideas are there, I'm just...lazy. Worthless like always.
 All around me, everybody changes. They're growing up, heading into directions I would never have attributed to them. And this depresses me even more. I don't like what they're becoming.
  I wonder if I'll manage to live the grand life I have in mind at some point? Or will I just die somewhere along the road?
 My 20th birthday, a wasted day. All alone, with no one around.Not even a cat.
 Tears are salty.