There are days like these that do not quite know what happens, I'm still me but I'm not, I am another. I feel that in here we are many, each with their interests, their hates, their hopes, but all with the same name and body. Does the problem? Each has different capabilities and needs to get him to use them. What do I need to face a tough situation? Well, we have to be insensitive does not stop for anything and get what he wants when he wants regardless of anyone or anything. What needs to talk to someone about anything? Then we have the calm, calm and dialogue. But there are many more, the reasoning machine you need to know the reason for everything regardless of feelings. The sentimental crybaby who gets excited about anything. The grumpy prefers to be alone to have to put up with society. The madman who keeps saying stupid things like if you were living at it. The hyperactive schizophrenic whose speed exceeds the 200 word per minute. And after an endless number of them, fade to black. Whose life is a meaningless trance and sensations. They are all part
self but different from each other. Alternate between each other for no reason other than pure chance, but lately more often assaulted me those who consider the feelings most of the bullshit that has a human being. As often happens that I do not know if it's true. At least so says my reasoning: every feeling is based on a prior or subsequent conduct. If you're sad it is likely that something unfortunate happened to you, but this does not mean it is recent, or, simply, the future prospects are not good. In any case, I lost. I do not know who I am. Maybe they just went from the beginning a compilation of a number of subjects that mother nature, unable to find new bodies, decided to put into one or, on the contrary, I am one of them exclusively, without equality of characters, each one takes over when due. But then, who is writing?