I'm tired of this empty life. What can i do? I'm always thinking about things that happened four or two years ago. In the deep, It doesn't longer matter. I mean, i really hate the time goes on without stopping. I see the people who were bad to me, now they are very happy. And what about me? When is it my turn to be loved? Though, I feel i am not ready to share my life with another person. I love freedom. But sometimes, or almost always, i want to be loved.