Starting to write about your worries is very confusing .

Should you begin to talk about your work problems ,love matters,social rejection or living in solitude ? Should you propose solutions or just complain? As far as for me, Im going to take them all at once . Its like biting a piece of a cake made of your impossible love , your reciprocal social rejection, your solitude, your ambivalence in the relationship with GOD. I take all the bitterness at once,so I should spit it all at once.

My case is like a person in a sea,where everybody is swimming while I am the only one barly floating. It feels like the hole world is passing while I am just floating there. Guess I dont have the fuel to star my engine. I do not have the social life based on the parties, the technological ways to communicate ,and the shallowness of my society . I am not the party animal,nor the texting-idoing-etc- animal. Those people are feeling to machines! They say I love you ,kisses very easily and not knowing how much they could mean to a person like me . Maybe I am

one of those people , maybe I am feeling to machines : I get sad in front of my laptop when I see the picture of my impossible love ,I depress when I see most of the people in pair or groups having fun and enjoying life .yeh ! we are both feeling to a machine: I am being sad , and they are being happy , both toward a machine This kind of feeling has led to search for just one in wich I can find my happiness. And then I found HER . HER is older than me ,she gets the best of both worlds, she is blonde no it is

not Hanna Montana- and my friend . To HER , I am one of the guys . I am one of her friends . To me , she is my friend . She s a cactus and I am a ballon . If I try to reach , I would pop .. I could talk about HER for ages , but I prefer not to be love sick because I could reach the stage where I am so desperate to hang in anything I get . So, the deprived love is added to the loneliness and rejection from social difficulties . In addition , a very simple problem called low self estim hit me yes , I am cursed :P-. I saw myself

surrendering in front of the minorest obstacle. Where was the smart creative happy me? What did the people do to me? my dream really became to fly , and get away from this mania . I want simple ,yet complicated lifeI want to feel the sens of achieving . But Ill have to wait . And I guess thats the problem : what if a baby got out from his mothers belly too soon? Would he leave ? That s me! Time can only deliberate the free ,loving and loved independent me . All I have to do , is live day by day ,hour by hour , beat by beat ,PATIENCE I should have !

What I wrote is just a simple opinion , just thoughts from my life . Maybe millions of people have felt the same and now are laughing at people like me eventually, I am one a seven billion PS : GOD , GIVE ME PEACE LET ME BE HONEST WITH MYSELF. U ARE THE BEST MEDICATIONPLEASE LET ME KNOW IT !!