all the suffering.. all the pain.. all the guilt.. the shaking in my muscles.. the tears.. all of this…  WHAT FOR???
what for my love? nothing will ever bring that back. so what the fuck is this worth for??

yet…
 

Ninguém neste mundo vai fazer-te se sentir a maneira que eu fiz, e você sabe isso…

Eternamente tua …. [but what for?]

Fuck.

It’s hard to maintain a cold attitude regarding everything that has happened lately…
 

I look around me and I just can’t seem to understand what’s happening… I live in a shallow world ( although my universe is quite parallel to it)  where things are simply beyond my power of comprehension..
why do people settle for a mediocre life? How come easy women get all the glory? This fucking world is full of material, sleazy, infected whores.. yet, they are the most wanted ones.

Men don’t really give a fuck about quality or stability, but about a woman’s capacity to satisfy his primitive needs. Feelings are regarded as a symbol of weakness, aren’t they?
Sex is no longer just a way of life .. it has become the reason of life itself. The ejaculation of human waste is filling up each mouth that is willing to accept it. And you know what? Everyone’s happy. The whores are happy because they get to buy a new Prada handbag and the men are happy because they get to discard their grossly liquid.

And i hate I can’t fit in this world. I wish I could. I wish something like this would be enough to make me happy, because no one seems to mind this type of lifestyle.
If I were just a little more stupid, maybe i could have been just another whore… and maybe I could have been happy .. And maybe he would have been happy as well. Wouldn’t you, Alex? 

Do you remeber this? I SWEAR this is the last time you’ll hear it. THE LAST FUCKIN TIME: