I never really knew what I wanted to do when I grew up. Which job. I find them all boring, to be honest.
I only discovered what I want to do in the future a few months ago.
Die. To be dead.
But sometimes I really feel like I am, like a zombie. I am there externally but not there mentally. I feel empty.
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PoesíaI'm going to talk about myself in this story. About my thoughts, problems, feelings, etc. (I didn't know what to put as a cover so I put this photo that I found on Pinterest lol)
