Recuerdo haberme despertado, solo en mis shorts de basquetbol, ese rosario colgando en mi cuello y cayendo en mi pecho, voltee a ver el lado opuesto de la cama, estabas ahi, dormida, desnuda, cubierta por la delgada sabana blanca de la sensualidad, me acerque a buro y saque mi arma, pude sentir su peso en mi mano, tu hiciste un gesto de disgusto mientras estabas dormida, un mal sueño? Oh pudiste sentir que agarre la pistola porque sabia que algo andaba mal... siempre te ha disgustado mi violento pasado pero hay que admitirlo... la adrenalina de estar conmigo tambien causo que te enamoraras de mi...
Sali de la habitacion y puse la pistol
Ok, I'm new at this stuff of writing a journal in deviantart, I'm not really a talented artist like everyne else in this page but I really enjoy watching other people art and think about how it makes me feel, for example takeru-san has become one of my favorite artists here and well I use his art as wallpaper (mostly) and I always have at least 15 of his drawings in my cellphone because I just like the way he do all of that...
I guess there is not really much to say, I'm gonna try to keep the journal up to my day to day life evenets but I will wanr anyone who read this, I'm a very emotional, kind of suicidal guy some you can expect some nons