My home is were I sleep. My home is were my bed is. Mine and Falco’s.

I am rather disappointed  with some old friends, I mean that they supposed to be my friends but as they don’t show any sign of life, I don’t call them friends. In the early stage when I moved here everybody was so curious about how I lived my life. Once they saw it, they didn’t feel the need to come and visit me again. And that goes for a lot of people.

This being said, I am going to be very careful of who I take on  as a friend in the future. Lots of people manage to see me as a role model, as does the place where I live and so one. I want no more of that.