My life is at the lowest point it's ever been, again. I don't know why I always say that, and I can't undesrtand why do I complain either, I mean, the lowest point is the lowest and for that the hopefullest of all points I can be at, and as it can't but get better I really don't have much to complain about. That's something good about bad moments, It's not that easy to notice when they get worst, for good ones every step down is much harder.
. That's why I hatefully love this tragical and yet so peacefull times, and that's also why I'll stop painfully writting about them in here and begin drawing it and begin regrouping my forces in order to