vanile

They say that we should not cling too much to material things, they are not important in life and certainly in some way. But is it not equally true that material things we own end up becoming mostly sentimental value?
That's why I'm in mourning because my camera seems to have died.
Although it goes more expensive, I try to fix me before buying another.
It is not the first time I lose or break something that has value to me, nor the first time I have to consider renewing the camera.
But this time was different.
I'm not just a loss, if not a well-deserved punishment.
If this weekend had not fucked around, had he been in a natural state, my camera had not been dropped.
I know it's normal to have decayed before achieving a final but I am fed up from time to time send all to hell.
I do not want to me that life, that really pathetic and cloudy.
I feel bad and I hate. I feel that nothing can make me clean.
Screaming with rage, mourn for impotence, stick to the walls to stop raw knuckles.
But what's done is done.
I can not go back and do that again as it did not.
But I'll try again. Get up again without surrender, willing to fight as many times as fall.