HOW MISERABLE I AM

EN: Warning: This post is over two years old, so it's possible that the views, opinions, links or instructions reflected on it do not correspond with the way I think now or the way things currently work. I have evolved (and so have the World and the Internet), so it might be advisable to just take this entry for a glimpse into the (my) past. :)

ES: Atención: Este artículo tiene más de dos años de antigüedad, de modo que los puntos de vista, opiniones e instrucciones que se vierten en él pueden no corresponder con cómo pienso ahora o cómo funcionan las cosas en la actualidad. He evolucionado (y también lo han hecho el mundo e Internet), así que probablemente lo más recomendable sería entender esta entrada como un simple reflejo del (de mi) pasado. :)

I’m sure several of you remember those pathetic posts of mine I used to post last year which consisted on “I hate self-pity but I can’t help expressing how miserable I feel right now”…

Well, this could be one of those too, read if you dare:

My mobile phone was stolen, the pictures I took seconds before I was robbed didn’t show up, a girl I know with whom I had started fantasising about the possibility of her being a lesbian who fancied me introduced me her BOYfriend today; I’ve got a virus in my computer, I received the news that I had been pre-selected to go to the University of Goteborg as an assistant teacher -I had almost completely forgotten I had applied for it- just a few hours after I had made up my mind about next year -so my future is not that clear *again*; everybody wants private lessons with me and I am stupid enough to being unable to say “nie”, so I am overcharged with work -even though I do enjoy it-, and I’ve fallen in love…

Gosh… This is the worst part…

Again, yes; and this time is the worst time ever: it’s deep but I am very aware it will go nowhere… Incidentally, I fancy two other people -guys, for what is worth- too, but anyway I know I’m not going anywhere with any of them either -someone should slap me: I deserve it… All the same, -I repeat- I AM IN LOVE -that’s it, in love, pathetic but true- OF *THAT* ONE. But it’s totally senseless and I am totally, painfully aware of it. Maldita sea mi estampa…

I hate complaining, but I do feel I have the right to complain today.
I need chocolate or doing some flips… Or rather reading the news (in the Internet, but not watching them on tv here: they only talk about the Pope xP), in order to make myself forget thinking about just myself.
Hope you are doing much better
Dobranoc.