The emotional aspects of me

That's great, a girl who's a special inspiration for me just stopped chatting with me, again. And the truth is, she probably is the only one with whom I have human-like chats, the others are just filled with trolling, hate and no love whatsoever. Moments like these get me emotional and in most cases, raise my inspiration, but, well, I just don't know. Sometimes I think I'm just unwanted here... Maybe I really am...

Yesterday was kind of semi-fun for me, I went to my cousin's new apartment. The best thing is that it's located near the ghetto side of the city. It's like filled with chavs all over the place, literally we entered the stairway of his house and there were standing two chavs in front of us, one of them had prison like tattoo on his neck and the other one was wearind ARIBAS sports costume, it cracked me up a little, because I've only heard legends about guys like these. So my cousin was so kind and left me alone in his apartment which meant I had to go outside alone... It was like really scary, there were gunshots, people screaming and stabbing each other combined with really loud train which probably softened the sound on a complete mayhem outside. Who knows, maybe there was the national army involved with our only tank pulled out of a random swamp? Nevertheless I went outside alone. The only thing circulating through my mind was: LION IN A COMA LION IN A COMA LION IN A COMA... doesn't make much sense, does it? Turned out there were none of them seen nowhere near the house. Probably fighting for the territory on the other side of the hood. I hope I'll never visit that place again, but if I do actually once then I'm taking my napalm with me! It was also a pretty rainy day so I went home with legs all wet and dirty as hell, it looked like I fought a bengali tiger while juggling with three laptops and drinking soda. Or maybe I just look like Bruce Willis with everyday 'save the world' routine. We may never know... And the day before that I actually gathered all my tiny strenght and wrote to "the girl" that I wrote about earlier. And after just 2 days of nonsense chatting with me, she stops it. Hit the nails head, right on the top of it. I'm surprised she didn't commit suicide while getting all the fun chatting with me about whale hunting. It's like chatting with a mentally disabled person (no offence intended) about the essence of working for the Wall street. I think I finally get why nobody wants to talk to me. Sad face. Now I'm going to shatter my sadness by listening to The Who and learning proper English so I can start a new life.

/emo