Ren. [ENG]

1st January 2013

Dear diary...
I feel like shit.
You may wonder how I spent the Christmas holidays...well, treating Tommaso's wounds and trying to sew up my emotional part while our uncle got drunk, but I think it's gone.
I tried smoking, I liked that sore throat.
Inside me different negative emotions mingle, which, slowly, day after day, are changing me radically insinuating into me and becoming permanent.
I don't smile anymore, what does a smile really mean?
A curvature of the lips won't change the world, especially if it's me.
Every fucking night Tommaso wakes up screaming...and I watch over him until the sun comes up.
My little brother asked me if he could have some lines on this page to write something.

-Ren...I have to confess something...do you remember when I asked you the other day what sex is...? ...Our uncle...when you were still at school........

there are tears on the page and the part of Tommaso ends like this.

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a small red spot "adorns" the end of this page

-Ren.