(How come everytime I write I wanna smoke?)
Friends
Gotta say this first. I decided that my new friend, Jon Cooper (- excelent singer, btw, loved your gig last night!) is a weirdo:
Who wants that Jon???
Myself
Don't know why today writing comes so hard to me...
Have I changed my hopes for fears and my dreams for plans?
I struggle between taking a decision that could change my life and the fear to do it and everyone thinks I'm crazy. Their prejudices are more important and I refuse to give arguments against their inability to understand. My limits and my desires are closer to the horizon, while all those who advise me not to do what I want, are imprisoned in their circles.
Without knowing and without understanding why, all the power that makes me want becomes invisible as the sun during the eclipse.
I forgot about the plans I've made when i was a child, as a teenager I forgot that I promised to follow my dream and now I try to forget everything.
Myself, friends and the net
I still live in the printed books world, thinking how it is to touch, not just to see what you read, while one of my friends - sitting on a few million euros he made out of his online marketing business, is trying to convince me that our life will not be real anymore, but virtual. No No No No! Don't want that!
Cristinnne.
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