Here I am again. And each time I decide to go back to writing, I care a bit less about who reads it. This time, however, I simply don't really care about anyone reading this.
If there's something I have learn is that most things make little sense, and the rest make no sense at all.
No sé muy bien cómo explicarlo. en realidad no sé si quiero explicarlo en absoluto, pero a veces pasan estass cosas