December 31st. The last day of this year.
Someday, a person told to me that I have to live day to day, and don't be afraid for the future, but... I can't. I'm really tired of my lifestyle, I only live thinking about how will be my life in a future, how amazing it will be?
I always thought that I was born in the wrong side of the world. I wanna leave, I wanna go to that place and be happy, following the people that I admired. Maybe, in a few years, I will take my suitcase, fly, and forget all of this shit life.
Now, the loneliness is my friend. No one can understand me. No one feel what I feel. No one have the desires of cry like me. I wanna shout...
So, I don't know why the world is happy today, I've never known that happiness... I envy you.
I think that I just have to vanish...
