I’m a little bit drunk.
Not so much, only a little bit.
I saw bad things.
I listen to bad words.
I read very bad discussions.
Do I really care about these things?
Who knows…
Who knows why am I writing in english?
Not me, for sure.
Damn.
Today I had a good evening with friends and Casi.
Dani told me that meets someone and I’m happy I was not there.
Am I still running away?
Am I afraid?
Am I only playing a role, acting like the guy that is still part of something broken?
What a fuck!
I’m only a perfect idiot.
The guy that loves regrets even when there are no regrets to love.
Today I worked all day, tomorrow I’ll do the same.
In this moment I have to put the 100 comments post outside my mind, because it’s all my fault if I saw it.
Fuck my curiosity!
Fuck this orrible post written in a so terrible english.
Fuck all the “fucks” I wrote in this page.
Fuck Dragoon beer and its 10% vol..
I have to sleep.
Seriously, I need at least 8 hours of deep sleep.
I can’t wait for my future.
I wouldn’t have my bed empty tonight.