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.