Hypocrisy

One hour ago I was on the bus home with my still-present crutch. When you have some kind of visible injury and have to get on the bus you naively expect some kind person would let you sit down. In Spain (or at least in my city) that's not very common. So it's ironic that the gentleman who let me take his seat today was a drunkard who stank so bad that everybody around was glowering at him. More ironic it is that most people were looking at him as if feeling embarrassed for he was that wasted at such an early hour.

~I will be chasing starlight~

Finally! I found some minutes to write down what I wanted to one week ago: ( London squeeee! ^_^ )

As I expected, this week has been awfully busy and stressing. I miss my free time ;_;