I’m beginning to believe that maybe I’m not supposed to be with anyone. I’ve lived a lovelorn life so far. Too bad that I don’t have a religion, because my celibacy would give me an advantage in the monk lifestyle. Oh well, maybe I can find comfort in knowing that death is inevitable.
I’ve got all these emotions that I wanna express. I don’t wanna fuck, I just wanna caress.
1. Draw, draw, draw and draw some more to at least fill my mini 4”x6” pocket sketchbook. 2. Be more active by playing sports (fútbol) or doing some other forms of exercise.
I signed up for the “word of the day” notification from dictionary.com, because that’s how much of a nerd I am. Awesome!
If it all goes to shit, I’m gonna probably pursue something in the likes of the glamorous and enviable lifestyle that Diogenes of Sinope had.
Maybe I should start being an asshole. It seems that most of the girls that I’ve had a crush on have either been with one or end up with one.