I'm back.
And fine.
At least I feel better than yesterday at this time...
Need to clean and move things in this room.
I don't like this room...
And I don't like too much silence, but it depends in its density.
It's suffocating.
And hurts my ears.
Maybe I need a good change here.
I'm pretty sure that's what makes me feel distressed.
And she said to me...
"What an anguish yell"...
Listening to Valencia.
And you're still so good to me, so sweet, and boyish... a little kid, The only one I love.
And will.
