#gaydiary

so i told him. legit. i told him. “i like you,, i have no fuckin idea why but i like you” he said “im sorry man” i was so fuckin drunk so i just said, “you know what? i have seven years to get to you, i like you”

ya

si igual es obvio

me gustas, pero me da demasiado miedo

ni siquiera estoy seguro de que es lo que me da miedo,  no se si es el hecho de que yo te guste también o el hecho de que calvez -y mas probablemente- yo este viendo cosas que no son.

no quiero sufrir así. eres muy tierno, te vez de una forma pero siento que en el interior eres así y mucho más.

tu sencillez al bailar siempre, tus risas graciosas, tu corte de pelo, tu sonrisa. la mare en que fuiste educado, que nunca te saltes los puestos en las filas.

me gustas, no significa que este enamorado. solo y simplemente significa que me gustas.

ese beso, ese beso no sé si cuenta.

yo decía que no, que no se valía porque eres heterogaméticos, y estábamos weaned, y el reduced fue el que dijo. y yo no que no que no. pero quería decir que si, quería decir si porfa sigue porfa deten esta sea y dame un beso quiero darte un beso. quiero tomarte por el cuello suavemente y besarte. y algo así hiciste tu.

senti que me tomaste. suavemente pero tomaste. y me diste un beso, fue corto pero neon que onda tus labios perfectos -describir- eran suaves, eran blandos, eran suaves eran unos que no había probado y no pensaba probar pronto.

yo creo que lo prohibido de todo esto es lo que me gusta. tu pasado, y tu presente. que en verdad. nose. y pico

pico.

no quiero sentirme mal, pero tampoco quiero dejarme estar.

esa sea que dijiste sobre ser tierno o apapacho, y luego no cacha.

weon. morici

que ganas me dieron de decir a mi me pasado mismo. hay veces que solo quiero estar en la cama. dos personas weviando, hablando, apapachos, películas.

los dos, weiando, hablando, apapacchos, películas. no chachas

esa es la otra wea.

como mierda culiai con un loco si eres hetero?

onda

eres hetero. debe ser raro.

con el reduced de viña no cacho que wea. pero el es así y también me gustaba y aun gusta pero pico.

siento que al menos así e libera y no tengo porque estar después pensándolo.

oye, recuerda. recuerda las olas, el sonido del mar.

lo que viene y que va.

sabes que somos de revolcarnos en las olas y luego surgir bien.

ahora quizás no es la ocasión. debes concentrarte, estas persiguiendo lo que has definido como el sueño de tu vida, porque así es. solo que ahora no es un sueño y es algo que estas haciendo a diario.

te quiero, quiérete. animo y sigue así.

 from me

Now that I had the job, I needed a place to stay. I had never moved home before and never paid rent before, completely new to all of this city living. I eventually found a room share, which I thought sharing was going to be relatively easy. Boy was I wrong...

I moved into a 2-bedroom apartment. With a Spanish girl and a Brazilian guy in one room. Leaving me to share the other room with a Croatan guy. Word of advice… IF YOU ARE CONSIDERING A ROOM SHARE, UNLESS ITS WITH A FRIEND OR SOMEONE YOU TRUST, DON’T!!! My room share experience was horrible.

My Croatian roommate, stole my weed, blamed me for shit that I did not do, like messes that happened when I wasn't even in the apartment. WTF like!!!. When I left the apartment for a few nights to visit my family he complained, which did not make sense. It was none of his business were I went and he would have had the room to himself for a few nights, I thought he would be happy with this, but no, and when I had to go back to the apartment it made me incredibly anxious and nervous because I knew would be angry and have an attitude. The apartment had no tv, so I brought up my tv and my PlayStation for everyone to use, trying to be friendly and helpful and to make the apartment more homey, and he even had a problem with this. It was just ridiculous. He was a low life, and I was a hard-working guy trying to survive and live my life. I do not want to say this, but I think he was jealous. I was only in the city a short while and doing better than him, I felt bad for him, but it was also not my fault. He was just crazy!!!!!!

I stayed there for about 6 months, what kept me there was fear of losing my place in the city and having to move back to where I came from. It was uncomfortable to live there with my weirdo room mate, but secure for the time being and close to my job. The best thing about the apartment was the balcony were I spent most of my time, having a joint and a glass of wine when I came home from a long day at work, relaxing and enjoying the view and the busy life beneath me away from all the pain and bad memories, this was extremely therapeutic for me and good place to heal, its the only thing I miss about that apartment. God I loved that Balcony.