I feel this urgent need to cry, out loud and for hours, but tears doesn't seems to be able to sprout. 

I don't know what I want to do with my life, I don't know if I'd be ever able to figure it out, I'm so lost in a vast world that seems to be too difficult for me to move between all the cruel and beauty that offers to the improbability of the merely fact that I'm alive.

Words don't come out right and every time I try to explain myself communication becomes more and more hard to achieve.