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At some point in your life you felt invincible. We all go through that illusion at some point, one way or another, but it always ends in the same way: disappointment. Who’s disappointment? That’s another discussion for a later time. Also, at some point in your life you felt miserable. Like you have no right choice left to make or you feel completely alone with no one to help you in the world. If you’re looking for comfort, you came to the wrong chapter. The best thing I can tell you right now, is that whatever you’re hoping to find, it’s not here. Be me. Nine years old, if memory doesn’t betray me already. I was forced to move again with the devil itself to another city, this time to the south of the country. There we go again, leaving behind any meaningful connection I made. If you think a child is easily adaptable to change of scenery, you’re an ignorant. Of course, adults will always think themselves right when considering the opposing needs of a child. It’s not an exact science

I have to vent somewhere. This will be something between an autobiography, a will and a lonely adult’s rant. I figured I would tell my story to whomever wants to read it, at least might get a few laughs out of it before I’m no longer in this world. If you enjoy some drama, have a few minutes to read and feel like being entertained by another’s “bad luck” or whatever you wanna call it, then please stick around and perhaps comment. (For maximum enjoyment, I recommend a hot chocolate and laughing at my English. Thanks!) I am tired. So tired I don’t even know where to begin explaining how it all came to this day. Also, I’ve decided that it’s enough. No one deserves this little life and this much suffering. It’s not even days, more like months. I promise it will only make sense if you look at it with your heart, not with your mundane eyes, interpreting how you want it. This is totally messed up. This is my pain, my report on how crappy I’ve been feeling and how much I’ve endured this thing