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I don't write blogs just for the sure fun of writing them. Usually I have something important to say or a story to tell. Right now I just need to let it out... Like everybody in here. It's so awesome that we all have a little space in the (way better) ciber-world, where people come and read your rants and comment on them and spend time caressing your words... It seems as if the humans only inhabit this place and not our daily lives.

Why is that? Why can all of you come and give me an answer and my so called "best friend one call away" can't? Why do you understand and they don't?

Understanding is a secret knowledge reserved only to the online bloggers. I'm sure about it.

Some time ago averybody had something to say about my life. They all figured out my "bright future", but now directions for me are a lot less in demand. I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know what the hell I'm going. I wake up in automatic pilot and get through my day without doing anything real. I know this hole so well, I even enjoy the darkness, it's comfortable. Everything you get to know results in comfort.

I don't wanna go to college, I don't want to work as an interpreter for the rest of my life. I need to pick up my guitar and show the world what I'm made of. Like it's so easy, right... Why do they insist? Why do I have to build a profession in ass kissing and work in an office with air-conditioner and watercoolers? Is life really inside a building named "school"? Can homework translate into a better life? It seems so... BORING!

I feel trapped. I need a way out. I need music to come and lift me up from here. It's knocking on my door. I can feel it. But the door it's kinda' locked so I just listen to it from under the door... It comes in waves and it has my name on it.

Does anybody has the key?