Is anything easy in our life? Will something be easy in our life? I don't know what to answer.
Finally I've got the chance of my life. And I'm letting it go. Actually it's not my choice. I've got some problems but the biggest of them is the cash. I feel really bad asking money to my parents. And today I realize that I'm falling into depression again. I'm starting to thinking again that specifically songs lyrics are talking about me. Unfortunately all the songs always talk about prostitutes or how sad is this fucking life. Now you are wondering why I wrote this things on a blog that I made not with the intention of complaining myself. I don't what to complain anymore. I don't want to give up. Today I receive a wonderful and unexpected mail from The-girl-who-has-the-name-of-an-Italian-city. It gave me the strength to arrive at the end of the day thinking that I can take this chance. And I'm not letting it go. I want to be who I want.
