While putting spikes on my shoes last saturday, I thought to myself, why do I dress like I do? Why do I speak like I do? Why do I walk like I do? Of all the reasons I could think of the first one that came to mind is her, the first woman I ever loved. I'll adress her as D. I met D. in a cold evening of november, at some spot where lots of mentally unstable teenagers used to hang out at my city. We... » Continue Reading
I don't know why but lately I haven't been hanging out a lot, but this week was different, I actually hanged out not only once, but twice! And with various people. Which is quite surprising. There was a time where I used to hang out every day, there really was. And currently I don't know how I used to do it, now every time I hang out I need three days to recover, not kidding. Anyways, yesterday I... » Continue Reading
So... I'm currently at school waiting for my biology teacher to show up. He's always 10 minutes late, and when he finally shows up he takes another 10 minutes to start the class, it seems like he wants to be here lesser than us, which is funny, in a way. He's this old man, with this funny haircut where the top of his head is bald but the sides and the back aren't. He would look better if he decide... » Continue Reading
So... I was about to smoke a blunt when I remebered I sent a video talking about this page to some of my friends and I guess I wanted to try it out. Lately, I've started reading againd and it sort of inspired me to start writing like I used to. I mean, it's not like I'm J.D. Salinguer or anything, and this will probably have a lot of grammar errors, but it doesn't have to be perfect, it really doe... » Continue Reading