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. 🙂

You can skip this first entry, in fact, you should skip it, but I just needed to say all this… Incidentally, if you are one of my online friends that are having “real problems” right now, please forgive me: I am very aware of my stupidity and that I shouldn’t be complaining but… Oh, well. Sorry, anyway.

It’s funny: it seems as if the year 2004 has just started and now I realise that almost 4 days have already passed… OK, stupid remark, but I have to keep my mind bussy with trivial stuff to forget the things that are worrying, annoying and almost killing me right now :dead: Don’t worry, it’s just nonsense: it’s all related with those terms people use to refer to as “intelligence”, “beauty”, “self-image” and “love”, but whose meaning differs a lot from what I understand in those words 😕 I’ve never considered myself “weird” or “special” because I find it elitist and presumptuous: in my opinion the weirdest thing in this world is to be “normal”, but I’m afraid one of these days I’ll have to face that I wasn’t born in this planet… :mad2: Oh dear… And now I can’t stop listen to Dido’s song “Life for Rent” and Mikel Erentxun’s “¿Quién se acuerda de ti?” once and again… Yes: psychological masochism is what I’m experimenting right now… 😯

Well, I’m in quite a *tragic* mood, but now that I am writing about it I’m becoming aware that my main problems is that I am used to face real problems with more maturity than I face the stupid ones. :eh:

So here I am, telling the world that my beautiful easy life makes me feel like killing myself sometimes (not exactly “killing”, but “punish” or something of the masochist type). I’m sure that you’ve heard this song before: I sing it each 5 months or so, to avoid getting too fed up with myself :sick:… Well, that’s it, I am supposed to feel a bit better now that I spat it out, and the fact is that I am not, but it’s been fun… Whatever. Thanks for being there, whether you have understood something or not 😛


  1. I can vaguely fathom what you’re talking about and I know exactly how you feel and how your rational realistic part tells you you shouldn’t have such thoughts and feelings and that you should be happy with what you’ve got and who you are… actually…I can’t word it the way I’d like to, but I so know what you mean. Oh, and by the way, I think a problem is a problem and needs a solution as much as other people’s problems… :naughty:

  2. Thanks for your support, Frauke. In fact, all my online friends have understood my feelings in quite an accurate way and they have encourage me a lot to not feel stupid even if my problems are stupid. 🙄 I’ll talk about this more clearly as soon as my holidays are over. I hope you are having a nice time… I wish you the very best :luv:

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