borrows from Elasti: "When you touch his hand with a viable alternative, a worm creeps into you and your world is in danger of losing its meaning and your milestones begin to waver." Taking the heat of the work I do not notice the passing of time and I find that the lunch has already arrived. Meanwhile I suffered the usual abuse than those who think the boss (and it would be), but do the best of a bad job, or at least I try. I think real life is all that's left out there, I remain very little sin. Should I get a real life to be concentrated in only five hours a day. The rest I sleep well. To wake up rested and happy and come back in here in this zoo. In five hours, I put the fun, the duties and obligations of household, personal care and hygiene, care for people close to me, dinner, and some show on TV. My life outside work has the capacity of a washing machine filled with two pounds stuff that weighs five.
And 'interesting to see how things change in here, but it's still all the same. The parasites were those who deserve and can choose whether to run or leave paw. I chose the second solution. Maybe it's just because of my name and my mediocre nature.
not be ugly or beautiful. Or stupid, or super smart. Plus get behind a horrible name and a surname made me poor, indeed. Who is poor is to be invisible, to lead a life invisible and gray. The gray, unfortunately, does not give me at all. I decided that I do not want the responsibility of giving birth to a son mediocre, unless it is able to find a name that will allow him to have a place in history: Roger, Lucrezia, Marcantonio, Gerardo, Geneva ... I begin to hate my parents. What they taught me? None. Only that the family is a closed core and suffocating. What you always worry about how it is never morally and physically. That we must be content to go further because it is not granted. That one is born with good or bad you feel like a star and try to change things. Lessons that I have never served because since childhood I started to put his nose out the window of my house. It grew more and more these tips seem silly. The more I tried to understand and less justified as I was raised. So, beyond the affection that I can bind to members of the family, I can not be there to stand for more than ten minutes without feeling a sense of suffocation and boredom. Get away from this place, it could be also a good excuse for me to see as little as possible without feeling guilty.
