#2 Entry

Dear Dead Diary, I don't know very well what to write today. My caligraphy is horrible, I don't know why. I feel empty before these events on my life. Everything is very confuse, I hope everything gets better when I arrive at Fortaleza.
Well... about it, I've decided, hit my foot on the floor. I'm going to Fortaleza, once and for all. And this is a very important decision to me, the only excuse for me to be here all this time was she. Work, college, independence, maturation, were things that didn't go through my head at that moment, maybe because of this, things went they way they did. My biggest mistake was to stay only because of her. That is my problem, believing that love is more important than everything. What I can take of good from all this is the fact that I meet good people, I matured, I've got tougher(because the last events), and for having happy moments. I loved her in a way unknow to me, and still, I've loved her in a wat that I don't know if I'll love again, not that way. Even being a mistake, I don't regret staying here.
That leads me to another subject. Daiza. She is showing to be very present in this last moments of my life in Manaus, I don't know how to thank her for this. I'm loving her company, she is inteligent, funny, beautiful, hot, and we get very, very well on bed. It's a pity that we meet in these circustances. Today she came by, we had a conversation, I love to talk with her, then we've got laid. That was the most intense thing ever. Wow, I got impressed with my own performance. I thought that cigarettes and lack of exercisses would let me weak, but looks like it was just the lack of a good partner on the bed. I'm happy. If what she tells is truth I gave her an orgasm. I don't know if I should trust, but I imagine that my neighboors believe in it.
I really hope she doesn't read this.
Right now I'm writing this on a book with a black pen. I'm at the white table at Thiago's apartment, only with my underwear and glasses. There are many things over the table, one of them is a pack of Marlboros. I'm writing this on portuguese, so later I can translate to english and post it on the blog. I'm very hungry, maybe I make some eggs and get to bed, tomorow is a great day.
I really hope that eveything gets done tomorow.
I've took many decisions in my life, and I blame me for each one of them.

Here is Victor Matheus, survivor of this mothefurcker zombie apocalypse. If someone reads it, give a Super BearHug on her for me.

Let's cut it loose.

Dear Dead Diary, I chose to start this new blog in a desperate way to show to the world what means the word truth. I won't lie, I promise. I also chose to start it to fulfill my writing needs; to learn and refine my english, to preserve some facts about my life, to store some of my theories, some of my ideas, to preserve my mind.

Right now I'm sitting at the old yellow couch at Thiago's apartment. He is talking nonsense about his ex-girlfriend, and I fell forced to hear it. The same nonsense that I was talking weeks ago about my ex. Now he put a fucking idiot music about love and ex-girlfriends... idiot... he fells entitled to make me fell like him, but I won't, not anymore. The notebook where I write this is above my knees, I'm wearing yellow boxers and a gray tank top.

Daiza slept here yesterday, we got laid and it was almost perfect. I loved it. She came after a discussion by the cellphone. At the morning I took her to the bus stop, after buying her some medicine, for the... how can I say... creapie. Then she took the bus, and I had the breakfast in front of my apartment complex, it's a awesome place to have breakfast, maybe the best of town. Back home I arranged the apartment. It's is much more... liveable, now. I just hope it can withstand a day. Erick Jordan, my old friend, came today when I was doing the cleaning. We talked a lot, played some horror games, and then we got out. It was a good night indeed.

At 5:00 am, I called Içana, I wanted to have a conversation with her. We talked for 2 hours long. It was one of our best conversations in months. She was lovely, and we'll decided to go out next weekend. I won't talk about it with Daiza, she'll think me and Içana will meet as lovers, but we won't. We'll just meet as friends, something that I love. So I preffer to not tell her about it. If she discovers, good, I won't lie, but it isn't going to be me who will tell her.

My mind is clear, things are good. I'll meet my family at least. We, once again, will sit together to have lunch, as we used to do. I'm happy, I'm calm, I'm strong, I'll stand still.

My name is Victor Matheus Alves Ramos, I'm a survivor of this zombie apocalypse. Writing from some place in Manaus. I hope that whoever finds these notes, make a good use of it.