lunes, 11 de enero de 2010

Everything is more complicated than you think...

...And they say there is no fate, but there is: it's what you create. 

And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. 

But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but it doesn't really. 

And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved. 

And the truth is I feel so angry, and the truth is I feel so fucking sad, and the truth is I've felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long I've been pretending I'm OK, just to get along, just for, I don't know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own

Well, fuck everybody. 

1 comentario:

Coach dijo...

This is everyone's experience, every single one--the specifics hardly matter. Everyone is everyone.

Desde que vi esta pelicula, no he podido poner en orden mi cabeza (ni mi vida).

Require al menos tres o cuatro revisadas para agarrarle mas detallitos y subtextos. Para mi es una obra de arte... una pesadilla, pero una obra de arte.