Yeah, well...I've thought taking a break would help me find the answers I've been looking for all this time. I mean, I bet all of us want to lock themselves up in a room for a few days to meditate, right? (Well, depends...) And two days ago I got this feeling of incompleteness, after reading a book I bought two months ago and left it on the desk of bedroom, incapable of reading it. My life is just so damn empty. There are times when I think about how useless using my phone is when i have my dear old books: they make me fly, they make me daydream when reality is way too much oppressing. Even music doesn't get me this much. Life starts from reading, then you can start experiencing. Then you exist. Just go through the fucking fases. Step by step, I'm growing up and I'll face again the world with no fear. Just...One step at time.