Fucking life, but you have to live it!

And the games have begun.
My lord, you can't immagine how awful I can feel if I start to feel it.
I have done it, against all the rules, rules that I know and I would have probably written if I was born on those times.
This can be even more painful, especially if I do some analysis and realize that as matter of fact my mistake doesn't justify by itself this emptiness.
I went to see you, and your photos, your happiness, your friends, your world, all the things I've never had or I will have.
I could live ages and by the end, I would have the feeling that my life is a crap. That's me, and that's my life. I miss you even before you miss me. I miss you, when I would want to miss myself.