Fear of a crazy planet.

Ok no luck in love. Hustling hours to pay the bills. Yes, it's hard, never said it would be a walk in the park. Sometimes I want to give up and return, but that is suicide. Most of the time I'm afraid I'll end up just another crazy in the street talking to myself. Heh. Sometimes you just want to escape reality, but I'd rather deal with it head on. Like they say at home: brega con eso. Superalo.

Get over it.