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.
