This is me

[Knightden]

I've never felt this way before. I was always a melancholic person, with no goals, nor future. In my country (Venezuela), the situation is being bad since I have memory.

I study, and work, and I have at least a very simple life, but I can't feel satisfied at all. I'm not the kind of person that seek for help, I prefer to deal with my problems with no help, but this last year broke me down in a way that rip me off the smile. I still study (psychology, but I have no vocation right now). I work (but in my country, as I said, the things are getting worst no matter what). I'm single, and that is because I loved someone and I lost her, and now, everytime that someone get closer, I always scare her with my lack of motives to love (so magic, I know, but I release my feelings with poetry, and the simple situation that I can't write poems make me very grumpy).

I don't what I'm doing here... maybe I wanted to release something that is still inside of me. I have my throat with a knot because I can't find the words that describe what I have inside. I just wanted to write, and nothing else, not for now...

PS: Excuse me for my bad english, I'm bilingual but my english is very rust...