JJ tells me a story…
Got an SMS from Serafine, looks like Isabella is pissed at me, I called her up, but she says everything was fine, yet I can feel something’s wrong. Whatever. I did the best I could, it’s up to her to sort out her life out, and if she’s mad at me, then so be it. I’ve come to the conclusion that I can’t expect anything from the two sisters, ever. I told her she could call me anytime if she needed me.
To tell you the truth, I am a bit pissed at them, even if I know I shouldn’t, that I shouldn’t expect anything from anybody. But somehow these sisters don’t live by any rules or general understanding between people. Seems they didn’t really learn how to communicate. They don’t communicate the way I’m used to and they don’t send the right signals so I can understand them. I’ve never experienced anything quite like that with anybody else.
Or maybe it’s all my fault, what do I know, maybe I fucked it all up. Whatever the reason, it feels good to be pissed, it feels better than being depressed and self destructive.
Today I called Peter, and he’s is not doing well at all. He’s back in hospital, and he was so low he didn’t want to speak to me. Another depressing fact in my life. My friend is dying of cancer, it slowly consumes him and there’s nothing I can do about it. He cancelled all the concerts until the end of the year, I was looking forward to playing with him next month. So I am very sad.
Serafine, Isabella, Peter. And on January 1st I knew nothing about all of this. What a year…
I had workers at my place all day, impossible to get anything done. They renovated my bathroom. Yesterday and today - my place is a mess. I went to the gym again and it was good. Getting back into it. I’ll go six times a week until the end of the year, as a therapy. I go there at 3PM, and I’m back at 4:30PM - a healthy daily routine.
This evening JJ invited me to dinner in a restaurant near my home and it was beautiful. He told me an incredible story that happened to him in the jungle, where he almost got killed by a serial killer and had to find his way out of the jungle alone. Amazing story. He narrowly escaped death twice, once he was a few seconds away from dying from hypothermia before being rescued.
