Saltedfox

It start to rain again. 

I'm getting fuckin crazy here. Something just changed in these days.  I can't be serious, if nobody serious about anything. Except the fuckin rumors, and fights with each other. Thats serious. There is a poison in our soup, and I am the only one who can feel it. Yet. We gonna going down, especially if I going down. The poisoned person always infect the others. The first rule of Fight Club Kildonan: Do not talk about Fight Club Others. I locked myself in my room (they gonna steal it) and they will ask why. I put a sticker on the door "get the fuck out". They will ask why. After seven months in the middle of the nowhere, I cant stand in a situation like this. Piss me off ,sorry. Maybe thats why I become so sensitive, but it's just not normal. The whole fuckin life , and tousands of opportunities are ahead of me. Why should I suffer here? Yeah it's a challange for me, and I would like to win, as always, but does'nt make any sense if I'm alone in this game.The sixth rule: No shirts pressure No shoes  fight . Or whats wrong with me? When that shit happened with Andi, that was the only thing in my mind. Than , Andre came and everything was fine. Later, Ester was the one who helped me to dont think too much (even if she didnt give a fuck about our relationship). Then she gone. I got a whole room. That was nice. Still nice. Was nice. But now I can see clear. Suppose to be clean. But its just pure shit all around me. Seventh rule: The fight partys will go on as long as they have to. Nobody against to me. It's not about that.It's more complicated. David was right. Thats why he is drinking alone beer in the deck. I know the solution. Very simple. But this solution may cause something what we dont really want. The other solution which is my own, only could solve my problems. Should I be selfish? Am I insane?

The third rule: If someone yells stop , goes limp, or taps out, the fight is over.

Stop.

This rain will never stop.