For nobody 'cause nobody cares.

7/10

It would be a great day of mom hadn’t called me at almost 7am just to tell my Uncle José had had two heart attacks yesterday and the day before. If it hadn’t been so damned cold for the clothes I’d decided to wear today… If somebody at classes had been just a little bit friendlier… if I hadn’t lost my ‘Sodexo’ card, if I hadn’t left my wallet at home…

The second time I came home today I just walked… I didn’t have any money so… and everytime I do so, every time I walk along that route, I tend to feel like shit for some reason. Anxiety, sadness, desperation, despair… May be I won’t go to the TIC lesson again…

I’m just tired of this domestic shitty issues going over me. I’m done with my mind that always finds it funnier to forget the important things to do… Where the fuck is my mind, I’d like to know.

And I’ve tried… I’m so concerned about it. But it is never enough, isn’t it? Maybe some vudú is working very well on me… or maybe it’s just me who is getting pretty mad without any help. In any case I’m done. Right now I’d like to have enough courage to take my entire hopes & expectations, put them in a box and throw them to nowhere. Or just do the same with myself.

However all of this would have been worst with someone within me. But here’s my holly period again. At least nobody else will suffer because of an inconsistent shitty mother.

Maybe those things I’ve fought for have never been for me.

Maybe it’s time to quit again.