I have nothing to inspire me I feel empty, without feelings I do not know if it is because of the time that has passed, everything bothers me, I feel that there is no reason to be surprised, all the jokes are repeated, making the fools laugh, ever I would like to feel silly and fill the desire to find other means, I do not know if it will be me or my environment that is stinking since I have already cleaned it several times and it remains the same, I lost the account of the places where I stayed all with the time it sucks, no There are more reasons, now I understand why history talks so much about wars, trying to find elsewhere an accommodation that is not in you, I do not know why I'm like that, everything bothers me, everything tastes like chicken and I'm a vegetarian, contagious makes me sick I want to get sick with more innocence.
Leave behind what you can think of me and think that if I can have fun, I have spent several days looking at the infinite from my bed without wanting to move because I do not feel anything, I want to get sick with laughter, joys and innocence, healing me of regulations, seriousness and diplomacy, I do not want to think more about you now I will think about myself, even if I do not have the courage to get up I will imagine how to be happy.
I want to heal my discouragement, I do not want more medicine than they will say, I will walk down the street looking for the virus, enthusiasm, hope and happiness hopefully I can get infected and have something to motivate me again, leaving diplomacy in oblivion.