Little person

" Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true, and there are a million little strings attached to every choice you make. You can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won't know for 20 years and you may never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they say there is no fait but there is... its what you create."

And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born but, while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years for a phone call or a letter or a look, from someone or something to make it all right, and it never comes or its seems to, but it doesnt really, so you spend your time in vague regret, or even vaguer hope that something good to make you feel connected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved.. and the truth is...that I feel so angry, and the truth is...that I feel so fucking sad... and the truth is I´ve felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long Ive been pretending that Im ok just to get a long, just for.. I dont know why, maybe because... no one wants to hear about my misery because they have there own...well...fuck everybody. Amen."



Eu sou apenas uma pekena pessoa num mar de muitas pekenas pessoas k nd sabem sobre mim, eu faço o meu pekeno trabalho, vivo a minha pekena vida, tomo as minhas pekenas refeições (...) e talvez algures tavez um dia, eu encontre essa outra pekena pessoa ke olhe para mim e diga "eu conheço-te!(...) A vida é preciosa e mais preciosa será ctg nela."