24.05.09 (Night with the Light2)

It’s still 24th of May, but now it is 11.41pm. Whole day is gone with nothing left.

The Devil Wears Prada is playing.
Rambo IV on the TV.

My status is - fucked by huge ugly dick. If my soul could have a face it will be a face of girl with full mouth of disgusting cum in it. Yeah, fucked up… Still in depression.

Today I thought a bit about females. There was a movie called Contact List. It was about love, of course, and sex, and evil. I said: “Shit, I messed up with my feel affection for NeeDLe and I want pretty girl. I want a girl! I want beautiful adult girl! Doesn’t matter that I love other one – Doesn’t matter!”
Sounds egoistic, maybe funny and stupid, but… Shit, fuck you!
So… If you thin emo girl 18-23 please take my heart and save me from mine depression! Please! Smash my head and carry off from here. And love me, love me, love me until I die! Heh…
Pathos… Rah…
Nope. I know that it’s not real at all… Mine soul stuff, you know… Rah…

Maybe tomorrow I will pass my first exam. Maybe… I began to tune my legs for drum exercises and – holy shit they are died the day before yesterday! Legs become painful meat! I cannot walk straight, cannot sit and stand up! Ow… And I need to run for a time tomorrow and jump in the fucking sand for the length. Crazy! It will be pathetical waste of time and money.

Who wanna date me? Just kidding…

Wow! Tomorrow I will see Van and Shawn! My best friends! Wahoo!!!

Today was unpredictably rainy a little at mourning. That was nice.

Don’t want to type J.F., don’t want to cry here anymore, so I’m going to watch Rambo.

Goodnight diary.
I pray my dreams come true.
I pray, I pray, I pray