That's what friends are for

I always spoke of my friends, as being the most precious thing I have in life. They are. I love them, I would give my life for them. The higher you trust them, the harder they might hurt you.

Today was the worst I had so far. Problems seem to not end!!!

Woke up with a huge smile on my face. I was the expression of happiness. Life was good. I have been perduaded lately, to face me problems and find solutions. A friend told me that. He capted going on that... at some point, he even said "if my friends are happy, that makes me happy". I took it as a compliment. I was being fuckin naive...

Last week I decided: I'm gonna face my problems, and tried to solve them. Today, I am the official tenant of an amazing apartment, an apartment which I did show here on the blog a few days ago, on March 18th. In which I said something of being jealous of that amazing view. I got it. I'm free of the other house's problems, especially, the spiders. I was happy as in happy can be... I was even l going to live with that same friend, which had left the house recently, and you really feel the love he had for that place. I thought it was going to be amazing, a fresh re-start.

But, good things last for a very short period of time... Later that evening, he told me it wouldn't happen anymore. Shit... I had just signed the contract that morning... he could have said before... SHIT! I can't afford it? And still didn't get a subsitute for the old room... I was feeling as tiny as a bug! I felt that I had no power at all, but I was smiling. Why do I smile when I am so sad?!

Get over it - my personal moto. We left to the theatre, but I kept thinking of it, and how fucked I was at the moment. Coming back from the cinema, a bit more problems at one3o, easy handled though... but my Mum rang me saying her reservation for the flights next week was cancelled. Great!... But after that, at Miguel's place, a spider just suddently appears on my foot. I get paranoid, lose control, I scream and I run, and almost can feel spiders all over my body. ARRRGH!!!

When I was dipping down on my own private puddle of mud, and I thought "It can't get any worse than this...".. Guess what? I get outside to my car, and I have a mirror completely handing outside, suspended by its cables only. Pieces were all over the place. I want to start crying at this point... I remember thinking: "I quit!"

Situations like this make you realize who's your friend. Can't think you enough for that, Miguel, Cathy and Hannah. Without you I couln't have handled it!

Now I just want to sleep... wake up... and nothing happened.

I wish...