Things, time, events, life... everything seems to change, evolve, everything but me.
Years pass, and things change, but I’m still the same... I haven’t changed a single bit... at least not in any way relevant in about 2 years now.... I’m still depressed, sexually confused and frustrated
I had the killer bees dream again.... I’m chased by killer bees all over my grandmother’s house, they are after me... and I manage to ditch them for a long time... but they always get me in the end. No wonder why I wake up tired... I have been running away all night from the bees.
Today I’m visiting a blind kids institute... a very poor institute... I’m so scared I’m sure I will be in the edge of suicide by the end of the day.
(32 days late)
