Cuando te confias mucho, te va mal.

I'm not a big complainer, I'm really not, but it's just such a pain in the ass when things don't happen according to your careful planning. What makes it worse is that I'm not a big fan of surprises.
When your personal life sucks multiple dicks at the same time, it's important to be the one who keeps it together, and don't mind my saying, but I've done a damn good job so far. Sometimes shit heals with time.

OH! And for some strange reason, my creativity has sprung out tenfold and I wrote the most amazing story, if I may say so myself, that has ever been written about creepy satanic-related shit. Ever. I know I'm not supposed to go there, BUT WHAT ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO DO WHEN YOU'RE IN A DARK SPACE HUH?! Anyway, I think books, regardless of them being written in 1752 (which are the best) or modern ones, they're always afraid of going too far. That makes a pussy story. I don't wanna scare you too much or go into unnecessary detail here, but, uh, while I was writing it I got multiple chills down mah spine and I had to keep looking over my shoulder to make sure the guy I was talking about wasn't breathing down my neck or anything. Odds are you're not gonna get to read it. Maybe you will one day when I publish it and it gets the Nobel Prize or beats them DaVinci Code and Twilight books that have been sucking on the tit of fame for what seems like forever.

On a lighter note, I love you. And for another strange reason I've been listening to a lot of disco music lately. Kill me if you want, but I like it. DISCO DOES NOT SUCK! (That much.)