I've been had, why would I fib about something I didn't do? I'm going crazy and accepting insanity as it comes, I don't mind it anymore, I'm probably putting a welcome mat for it when it arrives, I'm supposed to be a bit more improvised than I am right now, I'm becoming predictable, my writing is becoming predictable, my thoughts are going slow enough to actually grasp with my own hand, the bad thing It's nothing interesting enough to write about.

I don't complain about not having any answers to give most of the time, I find that a better thing than knowing everything, I enjoy seeing myself looking for them and tripping over people that knew everything else before me. I don't mind being as empty sometimes, looking for someone to fill me up is interesting journey, as winding and rocky is it may be. I never said a kiss is a contract signed in blood, you give as much as you want, I lost nothing last night, and you got what you wanted.

So I've just came back from my self imposed therapy, basically consisting of getting as far away from everything I already know or am common with, and It worked, I'm still a bit slow to act but I'm speeding up already and getting somewhere, I'm getting myself out of here at least, I'll take a break whenever I get somewhere else.

I'm am completely convinced I was born in the wrong country, beautiful as it is I feel myself seeing always a bit more north, I don't have hate towards them as other here do, I find that they're some of the most grateful people I've met, some of my best friends are there, and I'm meeting more and more.

I'm leaving this place soon, like I said, I don't belong here, and I'm already looking at places that might welcome me, people that might give me they're time, friends. Northern Mexico, New Orleans, even Greece and Australia seem possible places I might end up right now, things are looking up, I better not look down any time soon, I might hesitate and fall.

I need to get outta this place, I just got here and I want to leave.