I really was not that bad. Now I think even I find something attractive about it. "You're not to blame for being so happy." Is there something more sinister? And be happy, be happy is siniestrísimo.
My friends are obnoxious. How can they have treated me well? When someone does something that hurts, is because that person you care. So now I am even more ridiculous. Tomorrow I will have passed, return easily to the superiority complex and placebo feeling that I hate to take everything from me about two years ago. And I think that had changed. Everything sucks. The people of this city is an asshole. All. Well, everywhere. I could say that the most destaclable of myself is my hatred of mankind. Is qu
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