História A last note wrote by a boy dead inside for years - Capítulo Único

Sometimes thinking is a blessed curse for us.

Sometimes loving is a cursed blessing for us.

Sometimes living is but a mere joke, and we are the punch line.

They say some people are toxic, but they don't know we wear hazmat suits to meet them.

Sometimes rage and sadness set us free more often than happiness.

May we embrace the sweet hug of the shadows.

May we embrace the sweet hug of death.

May we rejoice with its relieving kiss.

May we hide as society decretes its final sentence and executes it.

May this moment last a lifetime and my lifetime last no more than a moment.

May this sacred suicide of mine be as fair to the others as it is to me.

May this little brother  of mine live a long, happy life.

The kind of life I never had, for he deserves it more than I ever did.

For he is better than I ever was or ever will be.

For I love him the same everyone does: more than me.