Chapter two: Rutine.

The week has go so fast. And I was tired. Now I am just bored.

Well I have achieved to not let my brain had time to think, because ussualy when I think, I miss him and them I feel sad, miserable and without a reason to go on. I feel hopeless. Now  I just have time on my weekends.

I have felt the need this first days in college to sceam to my teachers specially the craziest one. SHUT OUT ! ASS! I DONT NEED THIS! GO FUCK YOURSELF! IS NOT OUR FAULT THAT YOU DONT HAVE A LIFE AND NOW YOU ARE HERE WITH A BORING JOB SO GO AND FUCK YOURSELF ARSE!

But noo... I just take a deep breath and sight. And look down. Abbie you got to do this , this is your only chance to be happy, to meet him, to see Robert! OMG. And suddenly I am happy and writting whatever shit the teacher is talkig about. I repeat ti myself Go Abbie one more year one more year you already have done 19... so one more is  nothing.

All nights before sleeping I have listen to his songs, cry, laugh, smile and sleep at them.

They remind me how much I love him for who I think he is , maybe I am wrong but I need need need to know, if I love the Robert I think I love.