Nine o'clock... dirty teeth, the half-raw rice and the quite disgusting mushrooms sauce... and me.

Here I am. Writing... trying to.

I just read a news from EEUU. A girl... universitary student who commited suicide after the bullying she received from several people at the U ... when someone decided to publish a pornographic video founded out at some weirdo page.

She spread out her brains through the lake, in a boat with a shotgun. She was 19.

And I feel like shit, really. I feel like I hate many people... I hate young people, specially. All young, beautiful, assuming they've achive so much wisdome for not being kids anymore... but they (we) are still SO stupid.

Anyway... these days I've been kind of melancholic. Donnow why... My period was last week. It's just my lack of energy. lack of money... since I've got no much money I don't eat well... If I don't eat well I don't work... and get mad.

AND I DON'T LIKE SUNDAYS! They mean just nothing to me. they're just a bunch of hours where I think bout doing things... but half of them are completed... right now I should be taking a shower... and preparing some clothes for tomorrow. but I'm here.

This has become usual, I know...

Last night I dreamt bout him, that we made love just like we'd like to. just so widely, but softly... it was so real. I haven't told him yet. Maybe he have had similar dreams... or ideas, after watching the last photos I sent him over and over again... But hey, he's bussy today, though still loving me (?).




... Ah. Guess what. Will Graham is DEAD. You've already whatched the last Hannibal's episode, haven't you?

Now I remember the main reason of my pathetic sadness.

Goodbye darling.