The one once I was

Wrote one, wrote two, wrote three, wrote four. All the texts were to the garbage can. What to talk about then? Maybe a small note is enough to mask the laziness because it stimulates the exercising of thinking and reading the between lines. Better texts I have when I'm taking a shower or trying to sleep but when I come here, the white seems to vanish with all my thoughts.

I was trying to write about becoming someone once I was. Not in a nostalgic way, but remembering good traces of my personality that I had lost someway, somehow and how it made me feel sick. Summarizing, there are people that appear in our lives to suck the best of us and we start to become negative and evil as they are. Then we must shake ourselves to wake up from this real nightmare. It's essential for us to learn with our mistakes and keep in mind that every single one is the only one who can write his own fate. While we don't learn it, we are likely to live unpleasant situations frequently.

But I'm not willing to talk about bad things, love and any suffering issue because it sucks and I'm already tired of it. I always knew that life isn't easy and fair, but it doesn't make it less pretty. Life is gift, don't want to waste it looking for Saviors. Save yourself first respecting you and the people around. Avoid everything that makes you feel bad. With the lemons you have, make a lemonade. These are the advices I would like to give to you.

And I'll start to keep my thoughts and feeling on my mind and maybe someday I leak some of them, disguised through the between lines of my texts. I can't assure anything because I'm not forever the same.