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15/2/03 Budapest is a depressing city. The winter is cold & dark. A grey blanket covers the city, but there’s no warmth. People walk with their faces tucked into jacket collars, partly for warmth, partly to hide. Davide and I hang out at his place going out to walk his dog and grab a hot cider.
Fighting with Davide in the middle of the streets of Budapest for impossible affections. The air was cold, but not as cold as he was. I turn around and run as far away in the opposite direction, anywhere but here. The streets are covered in ice, I’m slippin.
Finally leaving this tortured existence I put myself through. Masochistic ignorance. Abandoning myself to the fucking devil. NO MORE. Wasted tears, wasted breath.
There’s nothing to show for a few days past, that are never gonna last, so just let it go.