What does it mean ?

Loneliness, unhappiness, misery, suffering...

Well, that's essentially how I feel about the life. And the worst is than it go too fast.
I don't want to be pessimistic. I'm not a pessimistic person, you know, I'm not depressive.
Okay, some time I can be bored, but it's the worst you can say about me... I mean, I'm not an artist. I'm more a fisherman than artist. Did you see a pessimistic fisherman before? I say fisherman, because I think than I'm not this kind of people able to... create something. I just... I'm a builder. I just do like the average and, repeat what I ear. I catch ideas. Well, it's exactly what I'm saying, I'm a fisherman. Everybody know than artist feel alone. So, thank God, I'm save. I know, I'm not alone... Not anymore... And if I can give you a good... Hum... Just... Never create anything. Never. Don't try to be someone. Never forget than... a plastic bag is a plastic bag. Don't try to thing by yourselves and never believe in somebody you don't really know. These unfortunate people, able to... able to see the truth... They... They are... So...Ok, I live far away to my love.
I can't stop to think about him and, I'm afraid about what will happen... It's funny, because it's me who decide to leave the continent. I think it will be better when I will come back. Seriously, I know than... hum... I realise than... hum...Yeah, I can say than I know nobody like him. I know than every relation is unique but, this one is... I mean, I still in love him. Probably more than before. And... Pfff...
I don't mind to be cucul anymore.
I don't want to be false anymore.
I just miss him.
And I look forward to see him again.


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