356.

Friday.

Visiting parents.
Tornado. Lots of things flying. Everything breaking everything.
Rough sleep.

Saturday.

Fixing. Too much fixing. Lots of work. Tired. No hunger. Coming back home one day late.

They broke into my house. No more computers. No artwork. No project. No resources. No TV. No Ray-Ban's. No shaver. No drill. No router. No expensive shoes. No expensive clothes. No laptop bags. No coffee maker. No credit cards. No money. No caps. No speakers. No music. No keys.

No more dream of her. No more illusion. Yes, things have changed.

Crying in the shower. Dehydrated. Locked in. No hunger.
Sleeping among the ruins.

Sunday.

Locks changed. Cleaning up the heavy mess. Crying in the shower.
Police declaration. Buying groceries. What for? Hands hurt. Crying over groceries. Dehydrated.

Is this home? Drank all the water. Asking for help. No help.

Thank you all, you are wonderful. Nobody is.
No hunger.
Crying in the shower.
Sleeping. Cold. Hot. Cold. Hot. Crying. Sleeping. Woken up by pee. Make it stop. Sleeping.

Monday.

First day of work. My pants are big now. What happened with you? Why they ask if they walk away? Weakness. Depression. Mockery. What's going on with you now? Pressure. Wanna write Fuck You on my back and walk away.

Bought water. Heavy bottles.
Kind e-mail. Kind response. Yes, things have changed. No hunger. Forced eating. Yuk. Drank half the bottles.
Crying in the shower.
Sleeping. Pee. Punch the wall. Cry. Sleep.

Tuesday morning.

Most professional person I know, lashed out for being "unprofessional". WTF all around.
Students fucking around. Tension rising.
Back home. Trying to find receipts for the insurance company. Hours wasted. None found. Tension hurting the neck.

Tuesday afternoon.

I zombie. Hurting neck.
Broken server. "It is fiiine!"… Not fine, R.A.I.D. fucked up. Hours wasted. Heavy work ahead. What the fuck all round.
Broken cellphone, 700 dollars to the garbage. All her messages lost. No communication. No peace.
Insurance company doesn't takes charge of my loss. Why not! What else now?

Tuesday evening.

Sweat.
Trying to work. Drugged students. Fucking everything up. Why in school? Stole two cellphones. Too late. Everything fucked up. Student girl fainted three times. Everything fucked up for real. Heavy breathing. Everything fucked up really hard. Student girl having convulsions. This is fucking hell. Ambulance very late. No. It's not real. We are all into a nightmare. Wake up. No waking up.
Ride to the hospital. Fucking conversation. Trying to elude the pain. Fucking blaming. Trying to elude responsibility. Wake up.

Tonight.

Girl somehow OK. Mother worried. Principal worried. Two teachers worried. I zombie. Wake up.
I take you home.
Now home. No home. No hunger. Give me water. Crying in the shower.
Typing now.

FUCK

THEM

ALL

FUCK

THE

WORLD

Late night now. No hunger. Water. Tea.

Typing yet.
No Sounds. Silence now. Stunningly miserable. Stop writing shit.
Loneliness.
I zombie. Wait for sleep.

355.

( Broken yes, but alive )

354.

Humans are creatures of customs! They have the custom of breaking into my house and I have the custom of letting them in! :-D
Seriously I must block my doors very well tonight, they have the keys. I'm almost as strong as a beautiful green shiny frog.

353.

I like the poetry of Frogden Nash.

352.

You know you're too stressed out if:

- You pee while you flush.
- Your coffee is always instant, made with hot tap water.
- The ringing in your ears have a clear tune and it's mocking you.
- You speak perfectly clear broken sentences and become annoyed of the stupidity of all who can't get your stunning clarity.
- You always count one number over the real amount to get ahead the tendency.

So, if you scored five out of this list of "six", then you need a stress reduction kit.

351.

While a guru alleviates angst, a froguru amphibiates it. Genius!

350.

It's Raining Frogs! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Frogs! Oh, yeah!

Humidity is rising - Barometer's getting low
According to all sources, the street's the place to go
Cause tonight for the first time
Just about half-past four
For the first time in history
It's gonna start raining frogs.

It's Raining Frogs! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Frogs! Oh, yeah!...

349.

Never needed to understand anybody to love them.

348.

Why if this life is mine I try to make it better to others?

347.

I cry because I'm not who I need to be.

346.

Fucking civilized society. Paved hearts.

345.

The only miracle is finding our divinity.

344.

We can destroy only what we own; we can love only what we can't own.

343.

I've always liked bibles with the words of Christ in brown. Allows me to ignore the ones in black easier.

342.

I don't think I've given good use to the last 15 years.

341.

Everyone is a much better person when it learns when to shut up.

340.

I should have joined the army when I was 17.

339.

Sometimes I feel that I've built myself for nothing.

338.

Since childhood I've had an unexplainable empathy with traitors and liars, so had been specially compassionate and understanding with them; never knew why. There's a sadness I can understand in it. Never learnt to deal with violence; neither knew why. There's a sadness I can't understand in it.

337.

The race for looking more beautiful turns you uglier.

336.

Two big problems when you've built up your own hell: No blame can be placed, and you can't fix it yourself.

335.

The grain of sand, the universe... all that saying. I'm tired, so tired.