LastInLive

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rottin

My hands... Are bleeding... Why? Because I hate them... They told me many times that I'm useless... So many times... And one day I finally assimilated all that shit... I tried to destroy myself... All the pain in my hands... Look at me... Does I look like a person who does these things?... No... That's OK...

Ud. no lo sabe... y jamás lo vas a saber... Pasar por lo que pasé... Sentir lo que sentí... No me diga que lo que hago es incorrecto o destruye mi vida... No diga una palabra más... Tiene suerte de que lo tolere, pero la tolerancia, como muchos otros sentimientos, tiene sus límites... "Morirás haciéndolo"... "La sociedad te verá mal y dejará en el camino"... "Eso no es agradable ante los ojos de Diox"... Qué tiene si muero al hacerlo?... Me metieron en una sociedad sentada en las bases del miedo y del "progreso colectivo", en donde te dejan de lado si no entrás en su caminata infinita con destino a la muerte... "Diox"... si existie