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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."