It's not that I'm dead ...
... I mean, there are more.
How long have I do not write here? Boh?? Excuse me, really.
Let us now so we take off the tooth: has left me.
I got it bad, so much. I soaked my pillow with tears.
And then again. Again. Again.
I spent a night to interrogate me understand where I wrong.
I have not found an alternative answer to tears.
I have not done anything in recent weeks.
I have not seen anyone.
not remember anything.
There 's been so until yesterday.
Yesterday I heard my parents talking about me.
My father says it would be appropriate to help me with some psychotropic drugs.
I do not want.
I do not want.
Enough Martina, it's over.
This is the last day of a horrible period. I'm celebrating.
I have a bottle of wine next to me.
I had dinner with fish.
I have a whole package of cigars.
do not need more, not now, at least.
Farewell Zeno.
To you who are still here, welcome. This time, seriously.
