You do the sama thongs over, and over again, you love your own life, you dont do nothing else, that go to work, and sit still at home, you really have no friends.

You feed other peoples childs, like the net, easy to stay alive, they really have folled you, all your life, the stonger takes it all, they play with compulsary violance, they have justicepsykiatric lives.

You really think they are kind, you see their style of the way they walk, you talk and talk, until you choose your actions, you underestimate, the values of the human beings.

You really observe people and their things, you really dont fit there, you see they every day, there is such a places, there nothing is enough, you just spend your days, with same people, you like to watch violence, how people cope it, but it is illegal, 'there is no war in these places, just violent people running, their kartell games.