At Least Someone Is From Milky Way
This may be a diary of a young man living in a strange city.

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Saturday, October 20, 2007 // Comment(s) - Permanent link.
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End of the line

Friday, October 19, 2007 // Comment(s) - Permanent link.
I have never suffered on my life like I did when I was in love with you.

You think you didn't do a thing to me, you just love to think you were always an angel all the time.

You were so an angel when you weren't even answering my phones when I needed you the most, you were so an angel when you were out there flirting, you were so an angel all of those times you lied, you were so an angel when you were into all of those pornographies and you were so an angel when you lied once again...

But you have created an image of ME, yep me, being such a bastard, being that monster... You just made it clear and so real that I just started believing on it, it is painful but acting like this should at least show to you the price of your nastiness against myself.

But how could I be that monster if people who knows me doesn't know that monster you say you do, even my ex-boyfriend Antonio... Do you really think that a man like him would stick around of some bastard like me?

Don't you think that having no friends it is appropriate to monsters like that? I think it is so appropriate, but why do I have friends?

Why were you the only one telling me that I was such a monster?

There might be something really really wrong with that...

I presented you my family, my house... I gave you my life and all of my projects, even the money I'm going to get from my grand father so we could settle your company and you could come here. Why do you keep saying I didn't make a step to get to you?

There was no "we"... There was?
No, it never existed.

I felt hate and I got blind because of you, and that hate made me want you to get the hell out of my life... that hate made me desire you to be so away from me and that hate made me want to have no strings attached to anything that makes me remind of you.

But you will never see that, you will never see why I just got so disappointed on you like I am right now.

Like you love to say: - You are so sweet and innocent.

I have loved you, most that I did with anyone else.

Hope that next time you'll meet some great guy, please, never hang up on him, never make promises that you will never keep, never flirt with anyone else on the streets/internet... never lie about your age.

Try to love him or YOU will die alone... and you know what I am talking about, I don't mean friends even family... You know the hell I am talking about.

You say you have a lot of friends but you know you are sleeping all alone and some love, i mean true love, it is so hard to find...

I thought I found mine, but the the one I thought I found carved my heart with a knife from my back.

I am not an angel, you are not an angel, but I just realized that I can pay with the same price.... "Eye for an Eye"... YOU that are so good with words, do you remember that quote?

I didn't want it to end that way, but I didn't drive this road alone.