One day.

I feel something I can' describe.
It's changing everytime I'm alive.
When saying the words "talk","with" and "you" I feel like I'm going to throw up, and I feel like I'm about to die, and I feel like my systems are shutting down slowly.
And when I'm looking at her I'm mad, I am ready to kill. I am ready to see blood from white body (I'm so lucky that I'm black, so that line work).
Then, when I cry there's few options, to yell, to shut.

So I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.
I'm sorry because I'm not honest with you.
I'm not telling every piece of my life.

So what happened I can tell you shortly.
Yesterday, I Maya (the awful bully-bitch) told to Yuval (guy) the story, which is the worst thing to do, the DEVIL itself thinks it's something that even hell can't except.
So I said -obviously- "Thank you very much. Maya" On very deep convincing sarcastic voice.
Then like a baby, well baby isn't describing it enough, imagine insecure girl who can't solve her own problems, a girl who needs on every little hard situation a help.
So she insulted from me saying "You ruined my life".
I don't care from her anymore.


The only thing that I miss to is Gal, I can't wait to be with her.
We're like mermaid man and barnacle boy.


Tomorrow at night I will be n London!
And then on Monday I'll be in New York until April's fools.


I'll talk later.
Bye!


And the thing that baby couldn't describe can be named from now Qope.