so, it’s over. it’s curious. i try to fill myself with anger or something, it’s the only way to be strong and not to blow my brains in the wall. feeling love right now it’s like suicide. it hurts and torns and burns. instead anger give me some reasons to keep going. inner-blog this morning: how are you darling? i wonder if you’re having a good sleep. i’m missing your warm hands… i miss you biting my hands. i miss you counting my moles. i wish i could only knew if you’re ok. i log on msn just to see you online… that’s a signal. blog right now: as time passes, i feel stronger, but thanks to anger. i wonder how am i supposed to forgive this… throwing me away, leaving me alone… ‘watching as i fall’… just here. alone. anyway. dead . does anybody even care? my friends making fun of me and my situation. alone. no money…. another month of eating papas. hate this. wish more than ever that i could fall asleep for ever… diying.