20120622

Veintidós de Junio

Not much to say. It's been like this for days, and it's sickening. It confuses me, to be so far'd away from the mental state I want to become, from the ideal version of Rodolfo. It's past-midnight, but this may as well resume the day, and those who came before... Un cerebro podrido, es lo que me temo. No me rendiré, encontraré a Dios, la Fuente. Llegaré a La Tierra Prometida ciertamente en otro Yo. Confusion.