I have failed in almost everything that I have raised. I wanted to be a good artist and never touch a chord that came my soul. I wanted to study and pursue a career but never found something that really excites me. I wanted to be a good lover and I could never achieve orgasm in a woman. I wanted to learn from my mistakes but always come back to commit otherwise. always wanted to write a good novel of fiction and never exceeds a veneer. lend my ear as a good listener and never gave a productive council, and in the case of having given when the problem was mine never followed my own convictions. I wanted to mourn and excited and I always stopped for fear they will say. I'm lonely all the time ... I'm just ... I feel cold (inside) ... and there comes a point not feel anything. Give a positive image when in reality I fall apart inside. Where is the passion? where is the passion for life, where I lost it?!, where is this feeling of achievement, joy, satisfaction, innocently knew one day have, where is the passion for the things that made me happy at some point ?. Where are the memories ?, where ?, where are feats that I can find are. I lost faith in democracy, I lost faith in religion, I lost faith in love, I lost faith in myself and I do not even care. Some take me for a madman, or a simple man trying to call attention and I fail, no matter YA truly now. never be able to feel the emptiness that leaves not be able to achieve even the most basic feeling: feeling alive. When I asked the guy who wanted to be when I grow up, I always replied: Astronaut to see the stars up close. And you know what? Never in my life I stopped a few minutes to observe the sky. They say life is art and no art without emotion, I never get excited and could never be an artist, I could not even be the main actor of my novel, even in my own imagination, even in my own life. ..me feel dead to not feel anything in the darkness of reality.