Two hours and seven minutes. A new year of the same foolish system. Why are they so blind? So mediocre as to be so passively puppeted? Anyway... That's what living is. Rejoice for a moment in the misfortune that will come at dawn. The joy of a few hours, subtracted from several days and months of debt.
Not that it matters to me. In fact, I have long freed myself from these invisible chains with steel strength. They hurt me. Everything was painful. Every distraction, news, sweepstakes, giveaways, shows... How much hypocrisy.
But the greatest pain is when they manage to steal your childhood, dreams, hopes, innocence.
It has been like this since the industrial revolution and it has lasted. There are no laws, rights, or protections to avoid. In fact, everything is unreal, what remains is its emptiness.
The fault, know this, is not yours.








