It is in those hours I miss when I was an alone and depressed teenager who spent the morning making Fotolog huge texts waiting to feedback from my friends. There were moments like this, the day ended, I get bored and finally start thinking about my situation.
Today, I do not have much to claim, although the days of depression I am really missing today. Like they say, we’re happy and did not know. Several images of some friends that are gone, not talking more with, are in my head… It’s sad, but there is always hope.