Math problems and my mind synchronize like the weather and the previous days prediction. They don't.
For example if someone says it's going to rain tomorrow the odds are 98% I wouldn't. Simply because someone predicted that. Same idea with math and i. We're sworn foes.
We have some old ties of mutual hatred that only aggravates. Its not always that I argue about my relations with math to Paulo. Some times I question my existence too and he doesn't do a good job reasoning it out either. Oh did I mention Paulo is the name I've given the thing in my mind who just messes it up all the time?
So, its Paulo's fault isn't it? He's just a fat, round bald Italian that messes everything that ever was clear in the first place. This is absolutely personal Paulo don't shove you stuck up opinion into MY diary.
YOU ARE READING
Unfinished
HumorThere's a buttload of stories about girls and boys, oceans and poems, Weird feelings and dyslexic typings in there, but they're all unfinished.. So you tell me which one you wanna know the end to and I'll complete it..
