I was once hit by a car around the age of 13. Paulo was almost hit by a car today. He's going to be 3 next month. Are kids today growing up too fast? Our inquiring minds would like to know.
My weekends are active, there's never a moments rest, and the sleep is sporadic. The latest world events are irrelevant to my daily life, yet I follow them and want to believe they somehow shape my economic status. Instead, they serve as distractions to the grind which I call my life. This slow, long march into nothingness.
I'm only consoled by the knowledge that I'm alive and able to type on the go. Things really aren't that bad, but the comfort in sad feelings is an addiction. It's always a passing phase, but relishing in it, if only for a minute, makes me feel good.
My weekends are active, there's never a moments rest, and the sleep is sporadic. The latest world events are irrelevant to my daily life, yet I follow them and want to believe they somehow shape my economic status. Instead, they serve as distractions to the grind which I call my life. This slow, long march into nothingness.
I'm only consoled by the knowledge that I'm alive and able to type on the go. Things really aren't that bad, but the comfort in sad feelings is an addiction. It's always a passing phase, but relishing in it, if only for a minute, makes me feel good.
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