Done Sir Done.

I’m done with all these stupid theories in my head, it’s giving me headaches and causing trouble in my life. I need to chill and cool down and focus for a better future. I’m in the new land of the dreams. If a chubby guy from “‘Murrica” can make it here really good then I can as well and even better. Watch me.

I need to learn from her, she knows how to chill the demons in her head. They say that instead of getting rid of your demons you should find somebody that their demons play along with yours and also, keep your friends close but your enemies closer. So, her demons like to fight with mine and have fun with them as well.

I just need some time off the city to wind off and chill. I’m not running away from this city, as I did from a lot of places in my travels. I’m staying here and I’m going to make the best of it.

Smile people, please, a freaking smile costs nothing.

And Carpe the fucking Diem

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Karma it is a bitch

Guess it could always be worse, she could be with somebody else and not with me. It is what it is, I guess this is what happens when two people spend so much time together, just like my grandma says: Even the best towers in the world need some space in-between if no they will collapse. I guess we have been together too long, we just need some space apart, how will we be able to create that space between us if we’re traveling together? How can you accomplish space if you are actually in the same place traveling with somebody else? I guess this is a question for people doing like backpacking trips in couples. I remember traveling with just one friend, I would get tire of them. Why did she get tire of me and not me of her? Or maybe I will get tire of her later? I remember getting tired of my ex and running to my friends because I was just tired of spending time with her, I guess this is payback? Karma right? Fuckin-A, but oh well, I can just sit down here and cry and be a little bitch or try to make the best of it and spend it with her. The real test will be whenever she leaves and we will be apart for like 1,400 miles. That my friends, it’s the real test of love. Have you guys ever seen that picture or that saying that’s chinese or some Asian shit like that, that mentions that there is a red string keeping people together, fuck it let me google it. Got it, red string of fate and yeah it is fucking chinese, those guys have quotes and sayings for everything. Well this is what it says: The gods tie a red cord around the ankles of those that are to met one another in a certain situation or help each other in a certain way. The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. This magical cord  may stretch or tangle, but never break. So, is there a tie between her and me? Maybe, we will find out I guess. I mean, we met in really random situations. I was living with my friend, the alcoholic, and his wife, the housewife and he never goes to the pool of his apartment complex, so I convinced him and I saw her and thought she was really cute, well, I’m a guy, I thought she was hot and wanted to bang her. Yeah women, I’m an asshole, we only see you girls as pieces of meat. No, don’t be stupid, we don’t, but you have to like somebody physically before anything else, you need that desire, that passion, that feeling that I don’t know how to call but pretty much I wanted her to sit on my face. And then I got to meet her and I liked her more because of her personality, also she’s kinda bitchy, (only child and spoiled by her mother, go figure) not a big fan of that but oh well, I’m not Mr. Perfect right here. I have my flaws, I drink too much sometimes, stress a lot about every shit, criticize everybody and criticize myself a lot, feel like a fucking loser a lot of times. Oh, I cried today, in a public place, yeah, fucking pussy, but whatever, you all can fuck yourselves, I cried because of happiness, I never thought I could ever be this happy in my life and then I got scared because my happiness is because somebody else is in my life, why haven’t I been able to be this happy before just by myself? Maybe I have, but it’s a different kind of happiness, that accomplishment happiness, just when I did the ASVAB (test to join the United States Military) and I received the results, really high results, and I’m like what the fuck does this numbers mean and the lady is like well they’re really impressive high results and I’m like and? So what the fuck can I do? And she was like, son, you can join any military branch and do whatever job you fucking want. That’s accomplishment happiness, like when you score a test. Or make your girl cum a shit ton of times. Can we just be fucking happy and enjoy life? Smile, that’s all you need. FUCKING SMILE. Smile to everybody, you will make their day, or not? So what. You might prevent somebody from killing themselves. Sometimes all we need is a good hug to remind us there’s still hope.

Carpe fucking diem.