U were a big fish in a small pond...now u´re in the ocean...u´re no one

The unbearable heaviness of life is what it means...unbearable. The lightness of my being is suppressed, oppresed, crushed, smashed, stepped on, stamped, almost on the verge of being vanished.
Maybe it´s the unbearable lightness of being I should be talking about. That´s the unbearable thing, my being´s so light I can´t stand it...Flying is all I got left u know. Only that I won´t. Or I will. Can´t really figure out which.

Shit. "At this point of my life" or something mambo-jambo of the kind, that´s what I should say. Only that I won´t. I tipically and definitely don´t/won´t.

Bills. Pressure. Expectations. Frustrations. Dreamings. Accomplishments. Non-accomplishments. Joy. Satisfaction. Desperation (no desperation, please, I´m feeling funky, I got my head above my kness. And it makes me bad, then it makes me sad, next I start to freeze (or something of the kind)). Freezings. At full energy. Hype. Guilt. Relief. Coffee. Red Bull. All. Nothing.

That´s pretty much what I know. All and nothing. Nothing in the middle, never. U know what is it that I really need? More earrings and piercings and tats...