This text aims not to distort reality;

that's all going to cost me enormously.

And says: I set the alarm for the new cell at 10:30 am, hours recently unemployed.

Hours of''I know that I have nothing to do but I will not afford to sleep until I get tired of it''

(1st event repressive self ... (parentheses never closed for the eternity of what locks)

Point I made the chocolate and stayed there until noon doing who knows what, from the bed to the kitchen

from bed to bath to bed to bed and the bed the silly and sad rotating hole is more exact in any place of my body and simultaneously throughout.

It took too long to open the curtains of the window and noticed that the day was so cloudy and my eyes (eyes glued to the crusting), and there, automatically decided that today, the day and goes, would be extremely costly and that case something happens to make me smile would surely be something as superfluous as the mascara that later took place in my eyelashes.

I left, I walked, I saw the same faces as always: neutral, sad, robot, just like mine.

I could not do anything to change my state of melancholy, moody mix of feelings, swirl of courage and cowardice at the same time (see view), as two sides of the currency more expensive and valuable of all ...

And no talking, no. So quiet, or just talking about things of no value, no sense not to show the total imbalance of my mind on f***ing me in the moment and sad, shallow, sickening moment, the moment momental of all, the longer time the world (because I tell them, even then still ongoing, not end)

I went to guitar where I found the quiet moments, the comforting warmth of the music, trust, but the nerves, embarrassment, pain, sad story that eats me and I separated with a sharp, small line of my dignity .

Oh yeah, I'm so unemployed.

Oh yeah, I'm so lonely and boring.

Oh yeah, I can not enjoy anything because I punished eternally.

Bah yeah, something I enjoy, I enjoyed the arpeggio I'm learning.