sometimes it seems to me that I will not escape all this nonsense so easily. today I realized I was wrong about some of the people around me.
fate, to live here when everything is bored and wants change and new reality.

shelter, I will never be able to be myself no matter how hard I try to escape the system. the watchdog will always keep me from moving on, accommodation projects maybe well, but that’s not a move.

i want to deal with my capacity, but i don’t know if they’re interested in helping me, but here’s another language, a different story.