Just Another Story

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The longer you let it be, the harder it is to upfront.
Eventually, you'll get there, you'll have gained enough energy to face the issue. But untill then, just conform by staring at the darkness of your inner self.

She had been awake all night, wondering if it wouldn't just be easier to release the world of the burden that it was to carry her, because, in the end, putting a gun in your mouth wouldn't be much harder than brushing her teeth every morning.
But she won't do it, don't worry. The woman we are talking about doesn't even has the strenght to get out of bed, even less to remember where in hell she had out that old replica gun.
Yes, she doesn't even has a real gun, just a replica that shoots paint balls, utterly riddiculous.

She has been forgeting to introduce herself, and now that she remembers, really kind of likes the idea of remaining anonymous, it has some sort of charm. But if you are really curious to know her name, feel free to call her Lulu.
Lulu had read a play, not so long ago, a foreign play with that name, and in this play everyone was Lulu, because Lulu was anyone you could wish her to be.
So go ahead and think of her as anyone you need her to be. Think of her as the hero of the story, but you have been warned it may be dissapointing. Think of her as the person you don't want to be like or the person you aspire to be. Think of her as the person who once was, but never will be again, because the world is changing and everything that was has ceased to exist to give place to everything that is and will be.

Just thinks about Lulu whenever you feel the need.