I am a heap of problems. It happens to me and everything happens to me at the same time. I have one thousand seven hundred and nineteen dead butterflies in the stomach and another one thousand seven hundred more that still flutter in my head. These last ones turn into birds that pierce my brains with their sharp beaks, well they make my stomach drop to be in the cemetery of the "I love you" they have never told me and I will never say, with the toxic hugs of the butterflies those who have already died.
Lately I drink a lot of coffee, sleep a little and wake up without alarm at four in the morning - approximately -. At that time I do not do productive things, or yes and then I do not remember. Does arguing with myself, giving languid looks to the ceiling or crying listening to the rain can be considered productive? No, I definitely do not do anything productive in my hours of insomnia. Oh, and I read, I read a lot. I do not know what would become of me without the books. I can not imagine a world without libraries or bookstores, call me crazy. Or not, do not call me crazy, give me love, I need it.
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The appearance on stage of Adela Otero, beautiful woman and skillful swordsman, will be the final thrust to his way of life. Awards - Goya Award for Best Adapted Screenplay Literature Literature Award Date of birth: November 25, 1951 in Cartagena.
Today I talked to my father. Despite the distance and not living together, we are the same and suffer the same problems. We are both sad, with daily existential crises, angry with ourselves, dissatisfied, feeling out of place; and believing that if we answered the facebook question "what are you thinking?" with total sincerity, it would most likely end up in a psychiatric institution. I really am a shit person, I have more bad things than good, my mosntruos do not sleep under my bed but above, because I feel sorry and I do not feel able to abandon them. And so it goes.
And that's it. I think, for today, that's all.