Thanks for the moments where i drive listening Chapman, Plant, Case and Corgan, only thnking about unexpecta chance de road and kepp driving faster and faster, just feelling the wind trying to move my hear with no future, no people, only life.
Thanks for not have the life i wanted, it's the fear way because i never heard anyone telling it would be easy. I'm not the one who is sick, homeless, orphan or the one who give the life for the childrem. I'm just a lonely boy? There's nothing wrong with that.
So, I also say thanks for this loneliness, i don't have to worry about what's going on around me, i can be selfish, loud,stupid, boring. It's also funny when I try to keep secrets from myself. Tranks for be able to blame only myself, and the victim of my own crime and it's not a big thing.
Thanks for this world being too big as i'm small, so whatever i do or am will not come to get to any big proporsion... at the end it will be only me or a little bit of dust anyway...So, fuck up!