Saturday night
ois. It's Saturday night and I'm wondering why I tried to be a normal person if I am not one. I tried to have a social life without having one for all my life. So, it happened what happened: only frustrations for me. I entered home and all I see are my roommates getting dressed to go out, leaving me here, alone. the issue is not that I want to go with them, to go out, but...the issue is that lately, I don't have pleasure with nothing at all, neither the world nor the church. This feeling of no fullfilment, no adaptation to any place is typically mine, I think I was born like that. I didn't find my place at the sun yet, maybe I'll never do it. Drinks are getting awful to me, so are people and places and parties. Church is boring me, but God never. He's all. But what bores me above all are the couples, the people around, everyone looks satisfied. I'm not naive, I know things are not pink everytime. But for me, it is anytime. Why do I get involved with compro