Damn
He's gone... It rained so hard last night that his phone line went dead... So I didn't get the chance to tell him how I felt. And that sucks. It's been raining all day. People called as if I lost a relative. They call to say sorry. Seems that everyone knows how I felt. But they don't, cuz it's not happening to them. Nobody knows the complete story, its too long to tell. My mom got mad at me for the stupidest thing today and I don't know, se me salieron las lagrimas. I feel like shit today. I slept through half of it. I'm gonna have to start studying in a bit. I got exams. They're not easy. I feel like crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. And the thing that I hate the most is that the one person who can probably cheer me up now, who is actually here, is D (you know who Gema) but he's such a fucking player!!. What is wrong with me?!?! Fuck it I don't care anymore. Kenneth is gone. Logre algo con mi amor platonico y se fue. Que es esa MIERDA!! Solo verga.... I hate this