nescafe

Siempre me preguntare,
Que va a pasar al final
Cuando el destino me alcance,
Y se de cuenta que yo
He sido solo un cobarde

Winter depression hits with mechanical precision, once the thermometer outside the kitchen window drops below 60.

The sun is nowhere to be found.

Sometimes christmas depression is almost cathartic, refreshing even...

But i'm tired.. and in no mood to be depressed.

4 more months and I will be able to waste my life away on the beach where I belong.