I haven't blogged these days because I thought it wouldn't be too funny to read about my daily routine, which consists in being in front of the computer and doing chores. Ok, it's time to tell you about the Madrid Rock affair. I went a couple of days ago. Half of me was ready to tell that guy I like him, but the other half was paralyzed by fear. The latter half won, as always. I'm so disappointed in myself. When I went out of the store I was nearly crying for being such a coward. I even got lost on my way home. This whole situation is stupid. I mean, I like that guy, I want to meet him, so what's stopping me from talking to him? That's what I don't know. But still, it's really silly to be almost obssesed with someone you don't even know. I get nervous when I think about him. I can't think about anything else lately. I barely eat. Why do I want to meet him so badly? I just want to know. And I want to find out soon.

Leave your fingerprints on everything that I call mine,

Santi