An inconcluded life
Ad 2:
2003-08-09 18:57:14 (UTC)

fate or coincidence?

Eight days ago I met Jim.

We almost watched the sunrise together. We spoke about
everything one can imagine, except personal shit.
At a glance we clicked in. Perfect match. On Sunday we
spent another 5 hours together talking. His spanish is so

Today is Saturday and the whole week we spent an average of
4 hours every day. Today he asked me for time. He asked me
for a break. I guess good things don't last forever and
that restates my theory. I do not deserve anything good.
I've screwed up so bad in the past that I must pay for it.
And it hurts.