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I know that nobody cares and that possibly no one read my comments mainly because I have not written anything in the last month Nohe simply had access to the computer and elpoco time available on the Internet, I have used for other activdades, especially for the deviant art page, which constantly Czech but neither have risen sharply in recent months.

apparently in this journal only write of my sorrows and the maximum is the ghost, so here goes another ghost.

on Monday went to a cybercafe to check my hotmail mail, apparently from my computer do not check it properly and I can not revise or delete any of its contents and was already heavily congested. to enter from the msn messenger, I could see that my ex, returned to admit in his messenger, and put words in your nickname that could very well have been indirect at me, so I answered in the same indirect, in my nick name. Fortunately I refrained from talking, because I know that re-admission to your account, has ulterior motives, she probably expected him to speak, but the Ingon flatly, as she was the one that decided me to speak. then Tuesday I saw briefly my messenger, and there was another sentence in indirect mode. there was no textual contact. although I have forgotten a lot and have been out of my mind, every time I notice a slight presence of her in my life (and now in MSNs messenger) seem to me eager to return to, with many doubts and therefore desire back to talk to clarify, but I know that will leave nothing, we once again the same thing. Wednesday now busy drawing and inking me, listening to music and watching movies, but at night, I got a text message to your phone (or cell phone to some English), she was telling me that he finally had your exam and is now whole engineer (systems, which is the easiest race of all engineering, as well as crappy, inserbible bone), but hey, I decided to be cordial and human, and I said feclicitándola, she thanked me and I again congratulate and now. I guess that's why the re-admission, it would seem that had the urge to tell me before, but could not, in short I hope that was just that and not play again my life, at least in a long time.

other things, I started to do in comics what will be a version of what happened to me in 2003, which was before you started this journal. How tragic my story of how I was left by the person he loved, at the same time I found words in my first friend cosuelo earliest in China to England, who soon after commits suicide, while another friend who consoled me and her job is as the accumulation of sadness, depression, and problems at work led me to keep on board to think seriemente in sucidio, when he was on the roof of a party with my friends, meeting faculty, and then encotramos with signs, suspicions, and find evidence that the British suicide ra noe who always said. I stir it with an imaginary trip to England with some friends to investigate the mystery after discovering my psychic abilities, sensory and telekinetic (post course it would be me in the comic book character) for fatally sitting in front of zombies, ghosts and other unknown beings and evil demons to know the reason for all events is that I end up sacrificing the survival of my friends as a token of appreciation for their help in this quest so strange and post their friendship, support and loyalty.

good if someone comes to read this, know that this time if the comic will siempre habia querido, solo que no sé cuanto tardará :D