Romans in the Chimney.

So much expected from everyone, yet i'd wished i could offer more as these things bore me. Trapped in a job that offers no benefit or such a positive outcome, and an education that separates and disintegrates with all I wish to socialize. Dreams are just only feasible to an individual, and never could a dream be share with another. I always write in indescrible ways that offers no real description of my true feelings. But who cares, really? Spare me the rhetorics of egotisic reason. I can only look after myself, and at this point, I could really careless about myself.