You could just let us go..

but you didn't. And that's why I'm leaving. You never gave us time. You never let us have friends. You always disturb us. You can't live happy, you can't let live happy. What is wrong with you? Did you have some fucked up past and now you just have to haunt us? Is your brain THAT messed up? Goodbye, Dad. It's time.

It's just so hard for me to say but..

Yeah, I really love him. That's why I'm trying to forget it. Trying to get over the idea that there's no such thing as the perfect cou ple, or the perfect guy. I know, it sucks and I shouldn't been doing this.. But believe me, it's the easy way. Because it will come that day when everything breaks apart and I will probably end up under the railway. I don't want that, and I'm sure he doesn't want it, too. Also, I hate coffee.

He got to the bus, paid the discount ticket and..

Sat on the back of the bus, looking for something more than a reply. He looked at his hand, or what was left of it, and thought on the tragedy, on the drama, on being desperate, in loneliness. In his own loneliness, and how miserable he felt while everybody were staring at him. On the other side of the window, fog - just like the one in his head. Suddenly, his cellphone rang and..

So, I met this girl..

And she was like, SO gorgeous. She was everything I ever wanted, not only because of her ability to tolerate me, but because of her deep eyes. There was something strange about them, something I will never understand. Okay, so we went for a walk a couple of times, we chatted, we did some makeout, and then she left. Yeah, she left.. Could you believe it? It was THAT simple. Yeah, simple for her. I spent like three months trying to get over it, and I couldn't. So I'm leaving you this message, hoping that you hear it someday and magically, come back to me so we can have a cup of coffee.. Or maybe two. That's it, I miss you.

"Aguantá un cacho más, aguantá un cacho más.." - No sé si voy a aguantar un cacho más.

".. And all of the sudden, when you're cleaning up that disaster, you found that ugly sweater your ex gave you as her last present. And then you start to think: No, wait - This was her parents' gift. So then you think what the fuck happened and then you realize you're craziest piece of shit life ever brought in. And then you continue to clean up everything."