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is a work of fiction, somehow. Any similarity to anything or anybody is unintended.

Copyright © 2013 by Alfonso Borello

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Smashwords Edition

Published in the United States

Cover design by Alfonso Borello

Image © Allyson Kitts/Dreamstime

You can be perfectly boring, or simply imperfect, but somehow interesting.


HOW DETRIMENTAL IS living in fear, segregated, trodden, almost discarded by society? I shouldn't use such terrible words; well, guess what? I've learned to live with it for the past year, more or less; I'm no longer keeping track of time. I could blame the ones who degraded me, with or without intentions, but sadly, and with tremendous courage, I can only blame myself. I can only blame the terrible choices I've made, and day after day I can only find the strength to survive, to live with hope, to get better, so that I can preserve my dignity. This journal was not intended for any purpose, probably it shouldn't even be read; it was only meant to be written. It's a disturbing chronicle; a life that is slowly slipping away, deteriorating—perhaps. It's about self-respect. Hopefully I shall not bore you with any cathartic effect, because it would not be my intention. If it is of any interest to you, I shall start from the beginning, and if you're sensitive by nature, just skip forward.

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