I hate writing but today I will make an exception. Yesterday was such a shitty day; mostly because I cannot handle my emotions like I'd love to and that sucks. The days in Stockholm now are nice, sunny and fresh; women look amazing; theres a vibe of lust and wilderness that I thought it did not exist here, but it does. I can smell it... yet, not everything looks like it is though. Inside of me, and I'm pretty sure of most of us around me, theres a sadness still from the winter (and to some of us as well for something else). Like a hangover that we just wait for it to pass out so the summer to begin for real. I know some -or at least someone I know-, has been waiting for the summer to come to get rid of me. How paranoid I have become. I guess things are like this anywhere you go, its just a matter of lying well, faking well, crying nicely... Bumping into the real missing piece its a real fucking deal.