For every writer, there is a philologist; and for each book, a reader.
If they told me how to live happily, I would say: 'Overcome myself daily, I am not the same as yesterday, the Emil of yesterday left.' And of course... I would not lie to them... I would also add a little... Bethlehem of Judea.
It isn't a day of crying, because I will have nothing to do; but a day of reflection like many, on decisions that I will take.
You only changes when you're brave with your own cause.
Those people who make others laugh, or that they laugh a lot... they scare me.
I don't need to be of legal age to admit my mistake. I know I'm a person shit, I need to go to hell. I regret everything I did, and I understood that change isn't crying; and I understood that the more I grow, the more I just stay alone. Hell, I'm crying in the mirror; if I had known that I have always been a horror, perhaps I would understand why everyone looked at me with 'splendor'. I'm not me, I'm tired of being the same, I just change being brave with my own cause. I don't know what to do, youth doesn't work; everything goes, everything stays, adolescence will always be eternal. So many shits that i made, what a disgrace! So many women i smoked, what arrogance! But when everyone left, what a fallacy! Because i cried, I opened the Bible, and God told me: What is the use of capital letters if your biggest problem is leave me last?