And I know for certain only one thing today, and that is, I shouldn’t never stopped this train, cos’ now I have no place to lead on, and with my own troubles, that doesn’t seem nice or, at least healthy.

I really have to work on each move I decide to make, specially if it envolves drinking or being alone, alone, alone. Cos’ the most dangerous person in the whole world to me, is, simply ME.

And I don’t know how far can this go before I finally find a new station, with maps and compasses. Cos’ being lost implies being away from anything that keeps you on the right track.

There’s nothing worse than feeling completely numb. Sorry, N U M B. A plane can crash exactly next to me, like 2 metres away and I won’t feel any shock or surprise at all. (Well maybe if it happens NOW I will, cos’ I will feel like Alice Cullen). The shitty part of all of this is that I really miss having feelings without being drunk. And I’m not sure of what I need to acomplish that once again.

Ok, pizza’s waiting. I’ll go back to my dvd set of the whole first season of Gossip Girl. You can’t go any number than that, hu-h?

Romme.