I wish I could go a single day without having to stand my father's look of disgust and disappointment. Although it has always been what pushed me to succeed, it made victory taste like shit. And even then, I wasn't good enough.

Why such harsh criticism, dad?

 I feel so lonely that the only text messages I get are from Vodafone.

new livejournal. 
nothing new to tell, though.
let's see for how long this lasts.

jp