W told me he loves me. I did not answer back. I do not want to. He is just too crazy and I am too insecure. But I do, I actually am fond of him, he is so weirdly good in every aspect. Last weekend we spent all night fooling around and we listened to almost 6 albums, yes, and good music, he has such good music taste, so good it kinda makes me love him, yes, it is dumb; but I cannot help it. Yet, I feel so insecure about him, I feel like he is going to leave ANY moment. Like tomorrow he will just say, hey... So I am moving to China, or something like that. That is just how he is, how he acts... And it is one of the reasons why I like him so much, but also why he scares me.
I think I may have a kind of depression, but not the normal one, the clinical one? I know it sounds stupid but I just really don't seem to pull my life up. I have always feel trapped in my emotions. I kept on telling myself: "DO NOT FREAK OUT, STOP ACTING LIKE AN ADOLESCENT!!!!". I have come realized that what I feel is not normal. I don't even know how to explain myself, you know? I just always feel down, always, always always always. I have 2 o 3 good days in a month, the rest of them are pure shit. My parents never knew, or if they did, they never thought it was serious. But is it normal that someone go a day without thinking... "It would be easier if I was dead"? I just don't seem to find my place in this town, nor do I seem to find it in me. How can I be with someone if I can't even pull a day together with myself? Don't get me wrong, I enjoy/LOVE being alone, but being alone equals me talking to myself all day. Which is good, I guess, but I sometimes just want to hit myself on the head so I can fix whatever shit is not working right inside, you know?
I want to paint. You know, since I was a little kid I loved drawing and painting, I once asked mom and dad if I could study art somewhere, and they said: "That is not important, you are not going to need that when you grow up, that is why you are studying English (the lenguage), you do not need to go into things that will not help you in a career". I know that sound a lot like The Little Prince, but that is exactly how it went, that was the moment the painter in me died. I stopped doing it... In school we received a very lame art class and I was good, or so people told me, but I did not see it, I could not see it, I was blinded by the thought "This is not good for a career". Still I used to draw somethimes, mostly faces, but then I threw them away, I keep about 5, they are awful and amateur, but I feel the need to keep them with me... A few days ago I wandering and say a (How do you call the palces where you buy pencils and all those things you need for school?), well that, I entered and I bought 2 pencils and 1 eraser. I now laugh, I don't know why I did it and I do not even remember much. All I remember clear is walking out of that place with 2 pencils and an eraser. I have them on my desk and I do not know when or if I am ever going to use them.