It doesn't matter how you do it, the thing is to do it.
I will never get close to the vision of myself, which I created through years of being in my imaginary world. We see what we want to see. It is so simple, isn't it. It is so obvious, but how hard is to realize why we are who we are? What is like to fall in a deep hole and then get up and stand so stably, even for a minute? I will never know, because I have that... something. Whether it's good or made me feel like there's no truth?
She had done many things, but never anything, which was inappropriate or barely acceptable. She's weird, I guess, but I like to be a friends with her. It makes me feel, that I'm extremely normal.
Maybe I'm using bad words, bad constructions and I'm a bad person.
Who cares?
Salvador Dali El Barco
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