Sick

What is wrong with me?
Why do I think this isn't the way things must be?
Ok, I still miss her somehow, but I still think this was and this is the best, I think this is the moment of my life to try to find myself, to make myself, to be myself. To be on my own and need just myself, and nobody else. I am me, like it or not, the good times, the bad times, I'll always be with me, and no one else.
No, stay at home until the sun comes, is not healthy, is not what I really want to do.
And what do I want to do?...Good question, still looking for the answer...
I wanna be a lot of things, I don't move to get at least one of them, and what is that ties me to this, to be motionless? To wait for something that, I don't know, comes from the sky and fire up my head...no, that doesn't happens, never.
So this is it...just...nothing...
Everybody needs nobody but itself