I felt for the first time that the pain was not reflected in my fall and my foot injury. I was with the children of the neighborhood. It was not the pain when my father hit me with a leather belt for my grapes from the house of the postman in the neighborhood ... When I was 24 years old, But I am still lost in the alleys of the last dirty, lonely without a map of the prisoner in the hope that I encounter one of the signs shows which way I walk .. I was in myself a lot when I see one of the friends of the study placed in a bank and the other is going to end the stage The third of his study .. The friend of my childhood close to work in the drug companies in the P I really felt a slight hatred towards them not for Shi, but because once I was able to save myself like they did in the primitive way of "study" I could have been in the place of at least one of them or beside them, but my Gononic reverse philosophies of life messed up Since I grew up, I did not follow anyone. I did not set an example to follow his footsteps. From the beginning, I chose a path where I do not know where to drive. All I know is that no one chose him. My risk led me to what I am. I feel heavy when I look at the piles of ruins and the garbage surrounding me. Whenever I look at my sad soul, I find it No holes all bleed alone .. I realize how tired I am and I am afraid .. Sometimes I will be a monster in the jungle Rebel .. No mercy or break .. I exterminate all who objected my way .. I do not know but I lost my internal balance completely lost my confidence in all forms of life from Around me .. With all the objects of the ground floor .. All driving a certain way against me targeting me alone, for example I do not know what will benefit the stupid reindeer when I dropped .. Any stock exchange will develop when I crush! I do not know what preoccupied obsession to overthrow me all the brains of fools around me !! To this end, the sons of adulterers will take me away! And the reason for all this hatred .. Be my failure and my reason for envy! This is all I have in addition to some high quality hashish fingers and a good library of deadly memories and severe obstacles! I do not know why the sky is overcast and the sun did not look like usual !! The winds are severe and the weather is very sad and gloomy .. This is all the scenes of my life until nature Abt smile to me, I participated in the other war in its own way .. A fierce war in my brain under my black hat a lot of black and dark, The external organizer .. If you know how much of a storm storming within that child, whom you called crazy madness, I did not fear for fear of my curse .. I wonder a lot between me Is I hate or I was mad! Maybe I come to the story of the fabric of my imagination wanted to put it in words on paper, what I could .. I lived captive .. In the latter I chose to differ the herd and bore and will bear all the misfortunes until my turn comes to attack .. Perhaps this will be the most difficult days and will continue.
