And so it begins

When everybody leaves, and the house it’s empty, you can scream without someone asking what the fuck? After all the parties, and all the shit in this town, i find myself on this messed up balcony, smoking a cigarette, and listening to alkaline trio - crawl again and again. Kind of sad.

These last two days were… not as i imagined, and mostly because of me. Maybe i sould have been a bit more lively, or a bit more quiet, or just different.