Yes. You know I'm happy when I write less.
This time I'm not happy. I don't like the compulsion to choose the options provided in front of me. I don't even like the fact that I couldn't have it all, moreover the fact that I have to sacrifice. I even hate the way other people around me do sacrificing.
I'm stressed. There, I said it.
I hate to put down this dignity. I hate to wave goodbye to my passions.
I wish I was comprehended.
I wish I comprehended.
That sometimes, something was made not to be comprehended at all -which I really comprehend.
