You are born, go to school, and attend university in search of a husband. You get married — even if he is the worse man in the world — just so that others can’t say no one wants you. You have children, grow old, and spend the end of your days watching passersby from a chair on the sidewalk, pretending to know everything about life yet unable to silence the voice in your heart that says: “You could try something else.
- Paulo Coelho
It has nothing to do with what I’m about to write with a quote from Paulo Coelho, it’s just that I like dramatic words, rebellious yet helpless, I like the attitude of a loser who talks a lot because luck is just a myth.
I almost repeated the same stupidity when I was younger. I almost became the idiot the second time around. I was almost overcome by my own compassion. Disgusting, really disgusting. I hate it because I’m human because I can’t really know the intentions of people around me because I like to guess.
How does it feel to know, you carry a curse and you refuse to be healed. I managed to poison myself. And I laugh at those who are sick instead of loving them.
