Forest. Forests. Green and white. This is inaceptable. You know why? Because he has haunted this place for years. This is also why I´m sitting here in art class, writing this blog. We don´t do much here at class, it´s basically a 'chill-zone', but I am taking all of my free time to write this blog. It is probably a bad idea since this blog is seen by no one, but I take it as a personal duty. 

My friends are engaging in some arhythmic choir, singing reggaeton, and it is so funny to see them standing there and making a fool out of themselves. I find it quite amusing, and since I haven´t the energy to go along and make a fool out of myself too, I won´t. It´s just that I´ve been physically and emotionally wasted. I can´t wait for Easter vacations to come along. This is because of something I´ve been hiding for a long time -- and don´t you think I´ll reveal it here in the web. Not to intrigue you, but it´s something that must remain a secret, until I´m sure I feel like that. 

Anyway, back to art. Art is a symphonic and harmonious balance between creativity and ability. Not that you´ve been asking, but I wanted to answer. Today is a dark, and cold day, even though the sun is up. I can´t hold this any longer. I must tell someone. It´s one of the only secrets I keep, few. Laughter has ran out the corner, and I want my sister to be the first one to know. 

(Don´t take any of this seriously)