Imagination. Imagination is a fucked up thing. Imagination is so fucked up that when you thing about it can make you feel jealous, sad, happy, creative, loved, nostalgic, depressive , and so much more , like, you just don't know how it makes you actually feel ... it's fucked up.
Imagination can make you be with persons you don't know, with persons you wish you knew, with persons you wish you didn't know, can make you do thing you don't know, things you wish you knew, things you wish you didn't know and can make you be things you don't know, things you wish you were and things you wish you weren't. And that's what i'm going to talk about, things you wish you were and things you wish you weren't.
Wish. Wish is a verb that is present in your life since you're a little baby, a little fetus, a little fetus who wishes to grow bigger and go out to the world through that hole, a little baby who whishes to eat, poop and sleep, a little kid who wishes to get that Lego Fire Station on Christmas, a teenager who wishes to get that perfect: grade; body; boyfriend; outfit; meal ; sport; hobby; friends; family and so many other things. Yup, teenagers are very needy " teenagers are so dramatic, they just want attention, when i was a teenagers my life wasn't nothing like that..." that was what you probably heard when you told any adult what you wanted/felt. Adults just want to help " adults always know what's best for you !" but, do they really know what's best for me?
Adults have a massive impact in your life no matter what. First of all, they are the ones who star you life, literally, but some times they are the ones who end your life as well.
That was just a quick vision of mine just to make you think i was smart or whatever, but in the next "pages" is where i tell how i got to the point where after my mental break down i start writting about my story, about how it all started...

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De Todoi just had a mental break down and i felt like, instend of crying about it , i should, talk about it ... but i had no one to talk to ... so ... let me tell YOU how it all started...