Cell 03, weakness of the soul. Statement of diagnosis.
Boring afternoon in this city. Score of Joe's boring life: Creativity=0/5, Intelligence = 2/5, Beauty=3/5, Physical performance=1/5, Social performance=2/5, Satisfaction=1/5, Succes=3/5, Happiness feeling=2/5.
Whats the matter with you duh?,the man in front of the end of an age, try on getting up, but giving up. It could be also myself, in that bad moment to make up a downed mind, It looks like a good moment to take bad choices. When you want to be a prisioner you should have the right to hide yourself but they don't allow you to do it.
Who?, people who hold you, why? coz they don't wanna accept you can't hold them, coz they don't wanna fall into the silence of their heads.
You aren't a genius, a Jesus, a hero, and, particulary now, after several motivational damages, don't ought to keep yourself fighting, in spite of resting, in spite of scape by yourself, but not alone.
It isn't a complaint, it's an excuse.
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