BLEAH, ok now this is the only connection that my life mantains with the web. Probably at all may seems so sad this concept, because of people (me too, days ago) think that blogs and similar web-spaces are simple shit conteiner, but the most of them take this places as a fucking way to spy and judge things that each other does in his life and innocently writes on his blog.
Anonimous comments, stabbin back talking and other similar bullshit must get out from my life forever, but at the same time i want to keep online my photos; I want to be sincere as I say that in the last months i was all exept consenting about deleting blog and keep my myspace profile private, but that's the price of being "nailed" to the web.
Till now i thought that stabbin back hardcore songs were banal and stupid tracks for frustrated kids, no more.
The fact is that my mind now is fullfilled of bad, very very bad, thoughts, I don't want to try, as usually, to push that away, i just wanna think, i want to keep all of that in the core of myself, i want to increase this rage that THIS TIME has cut the most people, that times ago i've respected, off my life.
Anyone said:



"No Contact.
I have to let you die.
I have to let you fade.
So spare me the male accusations.
I would have told you those things you wanted to hear.
And I would have cared.
The way you thought no one ever would.
And now my heart bleeds cold.
I refuse to be caressed by stone.
I now live emotionless and free from your pain.
My heart bleeds the darkest blood.
My heart is cold as stone.
A rock feels no pain.
No laughter. no loving. no contact."


I don't want to say anything else, that's all.






All this stuff to say, since now deviantart will become the primary place where i'll upload and post my horrible photos and all the shit attached.

kiss it goodbye