#27oct

Solía ponerme muy triste y realmente me enojaba cuando, desde que nos conocimos, casi nunca recordabas mis cumpleaños. Tal vez porque nunca fuiste buena con las fechas o simplemente porque había mejores y más importantes cosas que recordar. Recuerdo haber llorado varías veces, aunque llorar en mis cumpleaños es algo normal para mí. No te preocupes por ello. En esos años era importante para mí, lo fue durante mucho tiempo, cuando sólo anhelaba tus saludos y deseaba estar contigo compartiendo un pastel, escuchándote cantar.

Supongo que para unos más que otros las fechas son importantes y difíciles de olvidar, lamentablemente soy así y así mismo anoche recordé, -escuchando una canción aleatoria que me mostraste- tu cumpleaños.

Desearía haberlo olvidado.

but i mean everything. Everyone of us (sure not everyone, there are some bots in here, say hello to them) is a human, who lives on a planet, which is part of a universe, we can’t actually explain. We are living on a beautiful planet, thats full of oceans, hills, forrests, desserts, plants, animals and other humans. Some of them are gorgeous others are extremly toxic. But everybody on this world lives their own live with his or her own problems.... and we have the Internet, something which is available for many, but should be available for everyone. But it is functioning fucking wireless, with no such thing as a cable or a wire. We use our small phones and notebooks to see what someone in Australia, Europe, Asia or America has seen on his or her trips around their part of the world. And we see those photographed landscapes, cities and people in such a good resolution that it seems like we are seeing it with our own eyes. And we are posting about how busy we are with problems we cannot smell, taste, touch and sometimes can’t even explain. It is only in our heads and hearts. We are high because of those emotions, and sometimes we are down, because of our shitty lite brains and hearts.