Como luceros fríos

Sobre el olivar hay un cielo hundido y una lluvia oscura de luceros fríos.

26 February, 2008

It really sucks to have friends who never, ever contact me. I always have to seek them out. It's humiliating and I don't need any more embarrassment in my life. It makes me wonder what the fuck is wrong with me, and we all know I could spend several days listing all of that.

I am pretty sure that no one who reads this falls into that category so don't go getting upset.


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