This note is crap

    I spent the night at the cinema watching five different films. It was great. I knew before to go there that it was very likely he would be there two. I thought he was healed. It seems he is not and he is far worse than the last time I saw him. It feels weird to be in the same room and not to talk to him or touch him. I am kind of worried about his wound. I would like to talk to him but there is this kind of silent rule between us which prevent me to do so. There is also (and this might be the worst) my constant detachment in everything. I can't let people see when I'm hurt or moved or when I care. I don't know why I am behaving this way, I know if I changed a few things it would improve my relationships with the others.

    This morning I went to bed two hours after the sun has risen. I saw the sun rising at 5:30 and I enjoyed it. I'm discovering the powers of caffeine and I think it can be very useful. This note is crap and uninteresting for any outsider. I don't know where to put the limits. Nevermind.