I am writing this because there are times that I keep silent and many words more than anything to show some things in life. Eh passed by many states that at the age I have is not common for someone to live for if it is not matter of age. it hurts to grow up like an electric shock and as you know I was a "cardboard" I had to shit I do not decide quickly or slowly die at that time in the neighborhood the "POOR FEDE" was the talk of many neighbors. Eh I often kept my glass sheet after insults, anger and pain but I knew well the concept of appreciate what you have because everything in life costs, some things more than others, but it costs. I think we all know that everything is learned
For those who work and walk between streets and sidewalks, we know that we have to suffer from bipolar disorder when we go to work, because the problems we have in everyday life do not have to mix that does not affect job performance.
For more burn past is what happened to me I will never yield, never going to throw up their hands and I will never write my own suicide note. CONFESSIONS represent these memories and broken promises that I made ​​and I did, but I have to imagine a host of solutions for this life and take away the problems which do not disturb.