Saturday, 11 October 2008

R.I.P

This is about a boy. A friend. He was smart, strong, young, full with energy. He tried it very hard: he learned a lot, experienced as much as he could (and a bit more. and more...). He found himself on top of the world: he lived and worked on a beautiful Spanish island, had very good times with his mates, enjoyed beautiful women, tried to find the answer to the question of his life.
He felt pain. then he woke up.
He broked many times his body: he restored himself.
He LOVED people...and he died.

ef wants to cry, to shout, to hate this fcking world. He hates EVERYONE who didn't do EVERYTHING for him.

No comments: