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Was quiet a nice one, wasn’t it?

Thinking of you can do the same?

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It’s ooookay, a lot of people try.

But you’re smart enough to know, you can’t earn money with that. Money. You know. The stuff you can buy the world with? Yeah? Great, okay, well, forget your dream, choose something else, because you know, as they told you, you can do whatever you like. HEY! You start screaming now; That’s the opposite of what you told a sentence before. WOW. SUPRISE. Guess what. YOU CAN’T. Well, stop crying, stop being such a god damn pussy. I mean, if you want to have a cigarette now, have one. It won’t make you look better, you know that, but you can do what you want– in that case.

Life is shit, you think now? Well, no. Just because you aren’t famous or have a brillant voice doesn’t mean, your life’ll be boring, crap, lazy or unexciting at all. Really not. Have a sexual experience, thats what the most people do. And try drugs, but careful, don’t get addicted, than the fun is over and you’re just a junkie anymore. That sucks and is boring.  Marry three times, I mean, there are far more than one big love in the world. There are a bunch of big loves wander around.

Buy a house, a secound one, write a book of how easy life could be, go in talkshows to tell people out there, how it could be and THEN? You’re famous, congrats. And probably an alcoholic, three divorces, a lot of bills and everyone is looking at you, wants to be like you.

So, stop screaming around, grap yourself at the heat and take the shit out of it. If you need to drink, smoke, fuck around, make sports, buy expensive things, sing, dance, make a movie or whatsoever, but DO SOMETHING for gods sake, and stop crying. The world doesn’t care.

Your bloody preast… shit. ShiT. SHIT.

I should write a book about motivation I think. But first of all I’ll have another glass of wine.. it’s nearly eleven Am

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