It's been long time...
I always want to write something but life makes me run away and try to survive.
I'm just finishing those last things I had to do, like school and my driving licence...After I will pass a long summer of sleepy morings and dead afternoons.
I have an emotive block, damn it doesn't pass.
The show is in a month and I'm not sure I can do that. I've been hurt and I'm more blue when that's people I love who hurt me.
And I lost my inspiration at all. I wasn't sure some months ago, now I am sure.
I tried to take pictures, I tried to write songs or music...It's not my time...I can't do that.
The show is still in a month, in a damn month...

I heard from a friend about another old friend. I know that he's ok and I hope he has a better life. I would like him to know that I won't ever forget him, but it's been too long since I don't hear about him so I decided to cut any relationship. I'm sorry.
She won't be ok, but I can't do anything else...It's my philosophy since I've been left alone the first time.

The only way to get calmer is sitting here, listening to music and try to analyze my life; the only way to analyze my life is facing it.
That's harder than it seems.
Well, if I will fail my mother won't be happy and if I will graduate my next year will be hard as hell.
If I keep on doing the things I like they ruin me, but if I don't do them I feel like I've been cut in millions of pieces.
If I sing no one can hear me.
I'm on a stage and I have no audience.
I scream and only my echo keeps me company.
Am I all alone? Am I Forgotten? Am I lost?
Probably the answer is next to me but I don't want to face it and find it.

My time is dropping...I feel heavy...

Goodnight.