So, she does not love me like i love her.
So what?Am i too demanding?
Sometimes i am, with little things...Who fucking cares?
Is she loved me right, these things should not matter at all.
A simple life is what i aim for.Is it so damn hard to find a good girl, who wants the fucking same?Is that too much? Too little?
Not much hollywood like right?
Not too much fashion radio music ehh?
If i make mistakes cant i be forgiven?
Must them always be remembered?
Am i a fucking alien?
Or i am just a sharp shooter who always aim at the wrong target?
Its all bullshit!!
I fuck up a lot, but i get fucked a lot more.And i am a full grown man that can choose the proper way to be fucked.
But no, there is always questions in my mind: "Am i being the best human?", "being the best father? Friend? Family member? Lover?"
Fuck the best man.Always improving myself!!!Always tryin to get the best out of me.I mean people should try to be better, but not like this, not like me. This becomes my fault, to try and be always better than the last time.If manking evolved to where we are today, it was through insatisfaction, so i guess i can be an individual who resumes all this mankind search for better, faster, more.And after all, i am only a man. Just one like others. Where is Wally? Blended in the crowd. Just one more. No special one, no chosen one.
Just me.
What is really important?Does anything matters?
If you make dinner with love for your girlfriend, will it be diferent of going to macdonalds? Whould she eat just the same?
She would.
No matter.
Who cares nobody reads this shit i put here anyway...

Listenning to Annie Lennox - A Winter Shade Of Pale