Well... Time fly and we don't even notice it.
I still remember when I was thin and slim and had a bunch of friends, those years were great. I used to be good at drawing, I used to write as mad and still be sucessful at school.
I miss my teen age years so much... Even tho, I had not so good relationships, I don't blame anyone for what I became, I blame only myself.
I used to be someone strong, no one could ever step on me, I was vengeful, fierce and studborn enough to get what I wanted even if I had to fight a milion people.
But now, I'm nothing of this.
I feel lonely, weakened and tired of fighting...
No friends to back me up, not even my best-friends say hi anymore, no one to talk to, no drawing, painting or writting.
Just me, my room and my pack of cigars.
I don't know that got me into this state of depression, I'm gettin' weaken everyday and my head is losing her sense. Desperation and sadness rule my sleepless nights and every time I have to go out I only see disgust in everyone eyes... mockin' me, makin' me feel fat and ugly...
I'm gettin' paranoid.
For a while I thought the faith had left me, and in part, it did... I can't pray, I can't feel safe...
Screw this...
