As time makes its way through my soul, as it corrodes my veins swiftly —like nitric acid and water —I realize how incredibly ignorant I am, how much I have yet to see, to hear, to experience. I’ve been so silly to think I’m smart, talented, ugly…! None of those things count, none of that is relevant. What I am is represented by my actions, by my feelings…
I have never become something: I already am someone.
My rants on something as useless as how my knowledge might surpass other people’s, how my ugliness might affect my life on this dirty planet, how I might have become pretty (I hate it when people say “you’ve changed so much…!”)… all those things are commonplace. All I should worry about is how to keep on going on this wild highway they usually call Life.