Here we would be well just a picture, so one of those funny pictures that I'm around my friends and people celebrating the arrival of the new year. But there is nothing. A little 'because I write two hours before midnight and a bit' cause I'm broke fucking pretend. Pretend that behind this blog there is a guy who goes to celebrate the New Year as all "other", as those who are looking for fun, such as those that hope in new year with friends, like those that give a kiss to his girlfriend such as those that are late at night and wake up in the disco happy the next morning with the desire to face the new day and the new year. Like those who believe that after December 31 beginning a new life. Instead, it is always the same old story. I have a feeling of dejavu. I seem to return to Italy won the World Cup. A few days before I imagined sitting on the bed to watch the match. Then nothing. I never imagined that I could have won if he would celebrate by going to the center. On the same day. I never thought about what to do for New Years 22, 31 and here I find myself thinking that maybe it would have been better to stay with some friends. I want to divermi, I drank a bit 'of vodka so I was happy and I would have busted along with the other. Without the one hand, I would feel like shit. There are four weeks I do not drink, this morning I felt the taste of vodka in his mouth and although I do suck at that moment I liked it. More than the smell, pensiro that brought me back to the good times that I have lived under the influence of alcohol. But the ethanol problems only sends them. What the hell do I need fun that way. Unfortunately I am aware though to be honest I do not know what I would have given a bit of fun. And here I am in this dark night, not knowing what to do, because for a boy of 17 years in these moments or celebrate, or go to sleep. This is my last year in which I could celebrate the New Year with a minor. It means that for 18 years of my life I have never celebrated. The prologue to a life of shit.
