Now we all know. though I’d never tell, that the urge for inflicting a catastrophe has fluctuated to such an extent I feel destructive. I feel like a tractor, like I just want to demolish or shred everything. It’s becoming such an urge that this right instant I just … well. I don’t know too, this is what we call a lost for words.

Your childish behanviour has only made me adhored you even more. Just leave it before I lose it.

spanish~