I am starting to get tired of all this bullshit.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1-wEBmLht5g

Just a great music.


"I think somebody hates me."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1-wEBmLht5g

Just a great music.


"I think somebody hates me."

I am drinking.
I want to be vanished. Please, anyone could kill me?

Yes, I know. I owe you a letter. Sorry, no inspiration, no will.
If I'd wrote it, nothing good would get your hands.


"If at least the wind could carry the words of my thoughts..."

A third of the year has gone and I stay the same.
Every day... every day...

At least new people entertain me when to much boredom gets me.

Where is that passion that I had when I wrote. It seems every single drop of inspiration has simply gone. My thoughts can't arrange the words and ideas. My inners hasn't had that fire - or cold - burning - or freezing - within anymore.
I look around me and can't see that old power growing inside. Everything seem to have frozen.
Or maybe I stop at all.
Maybe is me. Me that became boredom. Maybe I am the boredom.
...


Shit, I can't write.

Today was not a good day.

Yes, last of the days.
The year is ending, and leaving behind one more trace of cowardice.

My body hurts. It all by a Rock'n'Roll Festival we had here yesterday. That was cool.
Drank a lot, but I didn't get drunk like I wish. Mainly because certain things I heard.
Always getting hurted? People - just like me I could say - speak to much, but don't make things the way just said. It's easy say things to solve others ones problems, not ours.



"I always say the truth, but if not, I could be lying right now."

Nothing to much to write these days. All the boredom have not allowed me to write here too much.

This weekend we have here the Mayor's Election. I just want to drink. Seems funny huh?

A lot of friends will be here, so a great party seems to have taking form to happen. And this is what I expect to occur. 

I took some more Driving Lessons, and I am close to earn my Driving ID. 

Sleeping has got me so hard these days. Not normal for me, which had passed so long time with that cruel and merciless sleeplessness.

So, bye, better go.

"Merely a small piece of dust."