Storto.
Make time for people and then what? When you need someone you're alone.
The world in my eyes is like the tower of Pisa, wrong. It's all wrong, I look around and I am always in mind you are going to get worse. I think if I were born a couple of years ago I would have found far better, like the 70 or 80, those were the days are suitable for me. But now we circodanti by people who sucks, you suck. The people there have always been real nasty, but lately have been multiplied by a thousand. I feel far away from what should be my generation, and never stop to say I'm happy not to be as them. Ok, anyway enough with the usual story that are different blablabla, if not become monotonous and seem worse than un'emo depressed. I'm going to go eat a pizza.
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