Author of quotes: Jaume Cabra

Sometimes I feel the Ferris wheel. One minute on top of the world, and the other on the bottom. Like white and black stripes of life. I was everywhere and nowhere. With everyone and anyone. Seen a lot, and nothing. Felt pain and pain. Own inferiority and ugliness. Failure to take and to give anything but negativity. In this world it happens, what not to see.

- When we started to disperse after the announcement about the cancellation of the fight, I merged with the crowd and heard something. One guy said: "worth was cool, until it broke". I swear, he again scrolls this moment in his memory. - The word "broke" has many meanings. It seems that each of them fits me.

You're just a copy of twenty year old me. The same flighty, half-baked, but sharp on the tongue. Obrela hater of his own reflection. A loner in essence, because otherwise not taught. I think the dubious guy will give you love? - Well, hell. - Nothing like that. To get close to someone, falling in love is terrible. It is much easier to be one, isn't it? What a familiar picture emerges. Your genes are defective exactly like mine.

We really like one person who died before the age of. I like her. Always has been. When swore, fought, and beat the crap out of pillows. When contacted the company that for the fun of experimenting with drugs. When did the first light and caught a buzz. When poured whiskey wool carpet a room of my own. I forgot where I live and spent the night in a subway station. When allowed the drunk to go fuck himself, and then broke his nose for his rude habits. When ignored Ollie in the Elevator. When he wanted he got lost on the way home. When she ran away after the first kiss. When billions times tumble to it by degrees. When I left him for the chatter with the Savage. When I told him to come here with me.

Seems to me something is wrong. It's not normal. I'm so talking like you have a crush on a grown man with three children and ten years of happy married life behind. As if love is something forbidden for people like me.

I was a biscuit. Live by reason, without emotion. For me there are people. I don't care about half of what is happening around. I don't want to know anyone except those I love. This is the norm for passive people.

Faler the frenzy that engulfed my head. I feel like a real idiot, realizing that fell in love with a walking sarcasm for a small period of time. Worst of all, it can be newtheme.

- I'm sorry. Throat burns like hell, and my voice sounds distorted. - I'm just a loser who keeps coming back to the same slippery slope leading to the bottle. Maybe it is time to treat.