Dave-NiGHTS

Whelp, I'm back again, to write more emotional baggage than I do not know where to put anymore, since this is my only secret place now from most of my online friends and real life ones too! As a side note, I would like to address that I'm not usually a depressed person, nor I tend to be pessimistic, but this is the only place where I can shape some of my insecurities into words without getting the feeling of being judged by the people I love and care about... This is going to be an almost exclusive entry dedicated to my latest failed romance (mostly because I don't know with whom I can share it without feeling like I'm weak): Almost one year

I welcome everyone to not take this note seriously, as I use my journal as a way to backtrack what I was thinking in the moment, and have a better perception over the matter once I have a cleared my mind. "How's life going David?" Most of the time I would say "fine" since, really, since there's nothing to big to worry about that doesn't have a solution. Yet lately, I have been surrounded by "dark" themes that remind me that life is not all about rainbows, Disney and unicorns as I usually see the world... Once would say that my immigration to the United States was the best thing that could happen (and I completely agree), yet I don't belong

Don't you hate when you meet someone, and suddenly fall under a love spell where you can't talk, you become shy, and pretty closed? My time at Comic-Con (Especially Nintendo Lounge and Sonic Boom) made the last weekend my most precious and dearest memories of all time, since everything happened to me in those days: Got to see awesome cosplays. Got to sing with Crush 40 in front of me. Got to met the main duo Cash Cash. Got a lot of hats (seriously, from Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, to TMNT). Got less sleep than the required. Ate at Subway like if it was a commandment. Got moar free swag. Played the Wii U. .. But most of all, I met someon