tolerance0

This mounth Rocksound its late. I can only leave in May and, till then, i have nothing to do except wait. Well, i do have to choose all thoose old things and decide witch ones to take. I do have to clean the computer, erasing all the bullshit we did for the last two years. I should write some more but, now that i´m finally doing it, i realize how afraid i am of words. Almost as much as i am of books and studies. Where the hell is my self confidence and my beliefs? I don´t even like the pictures i took (how i used to love them). But still, and somehow, i love the feeling of being no one at all and i´m really eager to leave to so

If this fucking journal could be a message in a bottle, i´ll wait quietly for somebody to listen to this: www.tolerance0.com. Right now, i feel that i don´t have anything left to give. I wish nobody ask. There´s a kind of fish (i don´t know the name in english) that climbs up the rivers to have "children" and then die. I have climbed up the river. I want my temporary death.