Some people or maybe most of them, want just to adjust just a little their lives to be better. I, want it to be entirely different and I don't need "it's not too late" kind of crap. I've been existing 8 192 days on this f***ing earth, but I've actually lived just a few, nor to say not one of them.
I know when to admit that is or isn't my fault, here, it is, but it's not entirely mine, I'd say more than that, it's my fault just a little. I don't want this life, I don't want it at all. I know, in another life I'd live it totally different and I bet I'd have a bigger impact on people.
I have a flame in my soul, too small to cause a fire, too big to die.
My dreams are dying, one by one, it doesn't necessarily mean that yours should too. If you have a dream pursue it no matter what, if you can and no one stands in your way do it, think of those who want but can't, you owe it to them. Make their dreams live through you. Make their lives mean something.
I am another drop in the ocean, insignificant.