A Real Good Time

I'm certainly confused.

I don't even know why I insist in posting in english. Nostalgia, lack of responsability, bipolarity, or no, yes, maybe, fuck. I hate english because it's so common to use "I", I this, I that, I am ego.

This blog has no sense, and I'm not sure if it should ever have some. It wasn't supposed to be this way, that's all I know and am sure of.

Other thing I'm not sure of, it's if I want love.
I've been in love for so long, and out of love for so long too, that I'm reconsidering weather it's good to be on or off that road.

Last night I had a really good time with my friends.
I felt good alone. Even without them kisses.