27 Temmuz 2010, Salı
saat: 00:21
Well yeah, this will be in English.
It's been six months seven days and 5 hours since I fucked my life up and decided to become a lonely cowboy again.
Lot a good that did to me, fuck, but the worst part is I wouldn't, couldn't do it any other way.
Take this situation, me, wet behind the ears philosophy graduate; her a full fledged foreign affairs diplomat. She'll serve her term in abroad for 4 years wanted to marry me, I said no. Then the sky fell down and the judgement day, a very personal one, happened.
Survivors are still accounted for. My heart is still alive and kicking, happiness gone, peace, beheaded in the rubble. So if y'look at from a high vantage point to me, you'll see Dresden, after bombing.
I don't know about you pals but nothing eases the pain: sex, time, booze, weed... tried everything and still I cannot erase that part of me which belonged to someone else for seven bloody years.
So the point is... I am a bloody wanker.
G'night.
