Since I can't do something for my day, console myself with their past experiences and forget about their pain, defense mechanisms don't come to my neighborhood much. I talk to him as I should be, and because pretending not to see what I see is a feature that bores my soul, I cannot be happy like everyone else.
If I live the day, I will be the happiest in the world, I can't depend on the dreams and hopes that are distributed in the future, I don't know if that day comes or not, they want to exchange my down payment with high term provisions that I can't get.
Since my soul is not used to this, I am used to living in cash, I do not know what a check, promissory note or credit card is. That's why my narratives are a little bit of needles that hurt people like a bullet, then the interrogation starts an alarm.
Of course, these require a price from people, since everyone does not want to give up what they have, they expect us to masturbate for their dreams. We do not know how to sell pleasure to dreams. We want people to end their lives with their souls in the arms of meaningful life by showing the pain of living reality. It is probably because of him, without saying right, left, middle, far, upside down, it is my greatest pleasure to get rid of those who occupy the road by touching everyone and everything in the route.
I am one of those who know very well that the pain of truth is more valuable and acceptable than the highest level of pleasure that dreams bring. I know life in the pain of reality, I care very much to find a place for myself on the map of reality by living every day as if waking up, without stopping by the dream station.