Old shoe

    There is nothing better than old things, things over used witch never broke. Like this old, dead blog of mine. If memory is not being mean this has like 5 or 6 years, i used to be happier back then making games, playing with my friends, hoping for the girl of my dreams to love me (she was a classmate, and nothing ever happen) all those memories seem too distant now.

    Here i am writing on the same blog years later, and hurt, with the terrible pain of have been rejected once more. This time was quick through, it was settled in a matter of weeks since i met her. But hurts, hurts a lot, deep on my heart.

    Why am i writing here, in this pathetic and long forgotten blog ? Two reasons:

This was my first blog, i will always love it. One day i will look back and see all my life reflected here. The second reason is because it's not infected with the vampirestat shit.


    If someone reads this, it means after all i'm not that alone. Thank you.

my laptop

There is something really funny i just realized, since last week i haven't turned off my notebook not even once, i just keep pressing the -suspend- button and plugging it to the charger. I think i will never turn it off again.

fun fact: my linux keeps running fine after the whole non-turn-off week

Once again

She was there standing,fragile, beautiful. Our eyes met more than once i have to say, but after a few cups i, at end, made up my mid. I approached slowly, without making noise, like a ghost. Touched her shoulder gently and asked her to dance looking at her eyes.

We hold hands , she had a soft skin and very amazing red lips i could not kiss.

Julia.

I hate my memories more and more every day.

hell no

i promised myself i would never post again on this blog, but shit i just hate everything right now!

i don't know what to do and for sure that anybody will read this, witch is a false sentence since you are reading this. But who cares, i don't have anything right now, not gf, not work, no friends no nothing i live just as a parasite of my mother.

the text will only get more depressive and hatefull from now on, and i care shit for orthography !

some day i hope to read this and laugh.

It all started long ago, when i was at primary school. I was bullied a little but that was not the promblem, the issue was that i had no real friends. Never had real friends there is no one worth trusting not  a little.}All are waiting to take you down with a blow.

I just don't know many important things, experiences everyone should have. Like a fight at a bar, fuck only for one night, work, and so on. Once i had a gf but we ended really bad because i got paranoiac and tell her a lot of really bad things.

Since then (and also before ) i have been a social looser, i'm neither a genius like those looners on tv so nobody HAS to hear me, i can't even get attention forcefully !

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i apologise for wasting your time.

see u next time,.

Not answering

Hi again my friends and welcome to other of my desilusional post about being dark and alone

I hope this post to make someone get away from this path al live the life i couldn't. Today i just realized how much of a looser lies inside of me, from my orthography to my syntaxis ( if i wrote it right ) is all fucked up, and i'm not like this because of my writing skills but because of my own communicational stupidity. Most of people talks fluently eachother and that's the way it should (mostly) be, i in the other hand, can't even make a point, not because of gray matter but because i can't express it right. That makes every of my thoughts ( witch are maybe not brilliant, but average ) look like nothing in the best of the cases. It's even harder when it comes to girls, but that's another topic. This lack of ability had made me fall into a hole of dark loneliness, making my only scape writing (shit) on blogs. So if you are reading up to here you should be in a hole near the darkness i am, brace yourself and go to the light. It's too late for me.