Tempo.. passa por nós como vento.

20 anos, 5 meses e 29 dias conta o meu ser.
1 ano, 5 meses e 29 dias dividiu-se.

Future destroyed by the past - 99 Hormones

I can't listen to anything
I can't see a thing
I can't smell a bit
Have i became def?
Have i became blind?
What the fuck have i?

Nothing was right
Nothing is right
Nothing is right
Nothing will be right

I can't worry about death
I can't worry with war
I can't worry about money
Just wanna think in my family
Just wanna bother with real love
Just wanna be faithful to friends

Let people call you crazy
cause all they're entire lifes
they have been lazy
and questioning "Can you save me?"

I'm not a winner, i'm not a loser - 99 Hormones

I'm so happy
and i don't know why
I'm so sad
and i don't know why either
am I gonna be like this forever?
Maybe i will
Maybe i won't

I feel like a cigar
Is my time running out?
What is this all about?
I'm not gonna get far

I can't control it
Have i got a lot a powers?
or have i got none?
nothing sure. I know it.
I see it. I feel it.

Tiny big dark place - 99 Hormones

I tried to give you
everything
yet, anything you seen it
complained for what i have done
lacking thoughts to understood it
with an arrow you shot my chest
black or white, i was alwys a guest!

You blind me
but you didn't cared
get me out of here
cause i'm scared

The future is well to provide you
hapiness and confort, asshole
so don't tell me you don't know
all the pain you put me trought

You killed me
I have disapeared
So run, run, run, cause you can't hide.

Será?

"Que espera impossível!" lateja isso na minha cabeça enquanto espero por uma certa pessoa.
Ocorre-me a ideia de que posso vir a ter fobia social. (E porque não?!)
Acobardo-me constantemente. Não tenho iniciativa alguma. A única coisa que tenho de mim é nojo.
O facto de olhar constantemente para o meu redor para saber se ninguém tem os globos oculares direccionados para mim, chateia-me.
Porque raio tenho eu assim tanto medo de ser ridicularizado? Isso passa. E mais engraçado de tudo é que não tenho nenhum factor que possibilite isso! Apenas a minha mente e essa está bem camuflada.
Possivelmente a ideia que me chega á cabeça é a mais correcta que apareceu até agora: terei vergonha de mim mesmo? Das minhas posições? dos meus gestos?
Gostava de saber que raio se passa comigo. Maldita seja a minha mente!

RF