It's been a little over a month since I've written anything. In that time I took my wheelchair and had another pneumonia, I'm still without the batteries and I haven't even used the wheelchair properly yet. In the little I used I realised that not much has changed and I'm already starting to feel pain after half an hour sitting and it seems I won't be able to use the joystick very well anymore. The virtual flirtation with the girl who slept with me is over, quickly as I expected. I still haven't managed to tell those friends about my condition, although everyone I've talked to about it has encouraged me to tell them.

My brother had a barbecue at home and for the first time in my life I drank to the point of forgetting what I did, I only remember waking up at night and going back to the PC; this happened because I didn't take water while drinking and I was on an empty stomach.

My ex-girlfriend got married, I wanted her to be with me, but I'm glad she can get away from her alcoholic mum who only does her harm, this is the time to get away from me for good. I know there's a possibility that you're reading this, Sara, so I'm going to speak directly to you, I'm not going to repeat what I've said to you in private: maybe I was used to put this idea of marriage into your head and sometimes what saved you from suicide was two, wasn't it? At least there were two that struck me, I can remember the feeling of worry you gave me when that early morning you told me I had saved you yet again and I didn't even know you were having that idea, after all, the idiot here had disappeared yet again and I came back just as you were going to do it. I think I can save you from these things so that this moment would come when you would get married and get away from that mum of yours that I hate. Every time you tell me or talk about her, the things she does to you, every time I felt like picking you up on the spot and bringing you close to me and protecting you. Forgive me for the bad things I did to you too, okay? I know you've already forgiven me and that we both made mistakes, but I made most of them, I know that. I laughed now thinking about the film you said was me and you, I remembered the scene of them together when the guy was getting married and had all that confession. Well, when you have a child, please come and tell me the news, I'll be very, very happy. I want to cry. Thank you very much, Sara, we had a good time.