Why do you never get it

and why do you never let yourself understand, that if a person known you for two years and still doesn't respect you that he will never do. For me it feels weird when you have been friends for such a long time to not respect that person but I guess respect is something you earn, but I think it should grow with time as well. Did I not earn my respect?

This is my hundred post in my blog, congratulations to myself.

Not so much have happened since I came home, speaking about jobs and life. It was St Juan and Midsummer so we been busy with celebrating the summer. I took a break from the alcholic crew this weekend though, drinking alcoholefree mojitos and water because as long as I don't have a job I can't afford the pleasure of good coctails. I will find myself drinking one liters beers til I get a job.

Right now I'm at a internetcafe with a paki family writing my CV. I got up at 8 oclock this morning, well, I didn't sleep that much because I was worried. Then I got as well a blush of creativness that I couldn't work because I don't have my stuff. It is always lovely those times when I want to start playing a guitarr, do drawing but now I don't have my things around. For the moment I live at the boy's studio but I will have my own place, thank god, on thursday. I guess you think a studio is where you should be to work your creativness but since I got back home I havent been wanting to write nor drawing. I know why and I know I need to do but it is so hard. I need to get rid of something but it is not like throwing it in to the a trashvain, I need to make lists and I need to think about it. Okey, before internet dies for the hundred of time, I'm going for a walk to Kicki's place to continue my job hunting, over and out.

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