Letter to me

Hi everyone!

Now I wanna say something to myself: "Dear, someone have to say it to you, and I'm the correct person:

You are nothing. Understand?

Life is about make dreams true. Is not about crying, little fool child.

Don't let fly such a good oportunity. Go behind them, fly to your dreams. Learn to fly if you need. Don't cry, bitch. That is what you are now, not a werewolf like another time. Come back. That's no wrong when implicates fixing. But if you don't wanna go back, go behind your fuckings dreams, without fear, without tears... better, go with fear and with tears, and beat them. The rain will always be there. Be her friend. Live with the world. You are just one more. If you wanna be something more, go, take, be and eat the world. That will never be if you don't do that. And if you do that, you can fail. And... What? Are you a real man or not? Where is your brave hearth? Where did you let the passion? What's about never stop dreaming? What's about all the fucking words you said in another time? You was something. Please recover it. Do it for us, for you, myself. Remember what you was some time ago. Remember your spirit. Remember the rugby, the parkour, the kisses, the movies, the smiles, the laughs, the embraces. You are as good as you do it. But you have to do it.

Dream! Jump! Fly! Release your mind! Learn to forget and to live!

Greetings damn weirdo.

With love, yourself."