#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.