"My generation's for sale,
Beats a steady job.
How much have you got?
My generation don't trust no one,
Its hard to blame,
Not even ourselves.
The thing that's real for us is: fortune and fame,
All the rest seems like work."
.....not my words, I wish. My first time here, my first time blogging

, I seem not to have words, so why not chose some lyrics? I don't agree with the words, though it seems that is the main idea today. Most people like to think they are unique and special, but they act the same as everybody else, and moreover, want to be liked by everyone. So that is why I'm trying to do all things differently, wrongly most of the times. Everybody is special and what really makes a difference is our mistakes.
