Myspace Is An Addiction.

I Want To Be Someone Capable Of Seeing The Unseen Faces, Of Seeing Those Who Do Not Seek Fame Or Glory, Who Silently Fulfil The Role Life Has Given Them. I Want To Be Able To Do This Because The Most Important Things, Those That Shape Our Existence, Are Precisely The Ones That Never Show Their Faces.

No One Can Lie, No One Can Hide Anything, When He Looks Directly Into Someone's Eyes.

Hatred. Something Almost As Physical As Walls, Pianos, Or Nurses. She Could Almost Touch The Destructive Energy Leaking Out Of Her Body. She Allowed The Feeling To Emerge, Regardless Of Whether It Was Good Or Bad; She Was Sick Of Self-control, Of Masks, Of Appropriate Behavior. Veronika Wanted To Spend Her Remaining Two Or Three Days Of Life Behaving As Inappropriately As She Could.

Perfect People Don't Drink, Don't Fight, Don't Lie, Don't Make Mistakes And...don't Exist

Then, Accepting The Help Of God And Of God's Signs, He Allows His Personal Legend To Guide Him Toward The Tasks That Life Has Reserved For Him.