God knows how many problems we have.
God ... does he exist ? Me, I don't care.
I have other problems .
From where are coming these problems ?
From where are coming all of these misunderstanding ?
From humans ? Ah ... of course Humans are the reasons of all of our problems . We are our own problems .
But this is something that we all saw one day.
Something that we all use.
Something that we all ... need ? I wish I didn't need it ... I wish it wouldn't exist ... But it does, unfortunaly ...
Yeah, that's weird. I am weird. And I am sick ... Sick of this world and people.
SICK OF HAVING PROBLEMS !
BUT FROM WHERE ARE COMING THESE FUCKING PROBLEMS ?!!!
Yah ... I think I found the guilty one ... guilty ones ...
They are 26 in some places, or 27, their number are different in each country.
They are Letters .
Think well.
Letters are our only problems.
The only ones.
Everytime.
Everywhere.
THEY are everywhere.
Look around you, and count how many letters you have around you .
I have too much letters around me, I can't know how much they are ... and THIS IS SCARING ME !!
WE are letters.
"All in all, you are just a brick in the wall" ?
I want to say :
"All in all, you are just made of letters, and your existence doesn't matter"
I hate life.
I hate people.
I want to die.
But never I'll commit suicide.
I want to cry.
But my body is not right with that.
I just have to watch it all.
Watch the world dying.
Dying because of humans.
Humans are so selfish.
HUMANS ARE SO NAUGHTY !
YES ! I'm sociophobic
YES ! I'm misanthrope
YES ! I'm done living
YES ! I want to become a child again
But do you know what's the funniest part of it ? This is that I am only 16 !
I should enjoy life and hang out with my friends .
I should be happy because I'm young .
Be happy because I can eat when I'm hungry, drink when I want to, sleep in a bed ...
But I haven't strengh to do any of this.
I just have strengh to walk .
But when I feel as bad as possible, my strengh leaves my legs to create my tears .
In my family I am the most rejected one because I look like a boy .
Short black hair.
Big shirts.
Black jeans.
Beanies.
Yes, with all of this, I look like a boy . My family thinks me as a boy and calls me sometimes "Leo" .
I'm looking for happiness ...
I need to see things changing .
I want to ... smile ?
I smile, sometimes I laugh very hard, but it's not enough . I need more .
I'm dead ...
I look like I'm dead ...
I can't sleep without doing nightmares ...
Sometimes I am dead, sometimes people kill me, sometimes I commit suicide, sometimes people I love die, sometimes I'm alone and sometimes ... I play hide and seek with my friends ... it's because ... I hide my emotions, sometimes, so I play hide and seek with my emotions.
I wrote a song about that.
I called it ... Hide and seek, what a surprise ...
It tells my nightmares.
It tells how the woods, in which we play, haunts me.
It tells how the wolfs run after me to bit me, saying :
"You wanted to hide
But now, you're inside.
The woods will hit you
And you'll cry too ."
Just, let's imagine the world without letters ? It would be so great and awesome ! It means a world without problems !
It would be the adventure everyday to find places ! It would be so great
It would be perfect .
But letters exist, unfortunaly .
This is a part of "Why is the wo4ld not perfect ?"
This is a part of "Why do I hate the world ?"
Perfect.
