Confession

  I want to live, not survive.

    I would drop off this race for status, if I could. I can't, so I'll continue to build my future, but without be quick. I wanna to enjoy my teenage. Run for loves and crushes, not run under whips for work and forget to stay under the sunlight.. forget to laugh. I want to do crazy stuff. Everyone is letting the happiness out. This is sad, and I'm not a sad person.
   They are falling in stupidness.

   Oh, Dear, I am getting alone over here. I will become the only dreamer that I know. The last dreamer...
   Real life is destroying life's beauty. Argh!
   I can't understand: live without life; it's like wait for death time without any fun, any glow. Almost turn itself in a tree. LOL. This is so tragic.

   Forgive me, but I think like that. I cannot live an automatic way. I know that I'll do what I have to do. I just don't want to hurry. Oh, Lord...
   They keep putting this pressure; as if the time - my time - was short, but isn't! I have too much time yet. My dad want that I recover his time and I'm not interested. I prefer to get the gold later, enjoying more now. I don't want to do what they want from me. May be a little of riot, but is necessary.
   When I start to run, I'll run faster than they can imagine, but now I just want to dream... to laugh... to love. I want to be unconcerned. While I still can. Just for now.

Can you understand me?
Can you hear the echoes fading?
Can you?