Fighting nostalgia and loneliness.

I miss writing.

Something was always happening back then. Every time the bell rung, you went outside and it really did feel like you were moving.

This days, well, you are lucky to get a smile from anyone. I've always prided myself in being able to see the bigger picture, but lately, it just seems so pointless.

Maybe its me, I dont know. It really starts feeling like the end, anyway.

Now Im just blabbing. Shit.

My mom now cries regularly about... I dont know, something important I suppose.

I never ask her why.

Hey, Revolver.

We used to be so good at this.

This chance wont be the last one

Remember all those moments?

So maybe the random images will stop running through my head.

They're all so pointless now.

Get your head together son, because this is just starting.

Mi mamá piensa que estoy en depresión.

Forget Mexico City, scholarships, grades, everything.

Im thinkin Spain right now, and its so easy I smile every time it pops in my head.

100th post btw.