never share the bed with someone like you.

well, i love abstractions.
in general, i prefer to choose people by that.
whether it is home, blood type or fav. color.
probably, the place of living and decorations.
of the mansion, respectively.

sometimes i do think. there is something wrong in that.
that by this criteria a lot of ダメなやつ 出てくる more often.
i love this criteria, though. sometimes it is kinda working.

but that goes everything into nothing with this very point.
and when i was told - *well i think we should sleep together*
(minding not sex, but the actual ability of sharing one bed.)
the first and second thoughts were nowaynowaynotaymore.
つらいことあったんだよね。

i would love to make this the first point of my personal list.
*the ability to sleep together and the level of tenderness*.
completely failed. minus zero i guess?

it hurts there where it can not be hurt.
i conclude, i am making this up this time again.
or relating to the after-emotional late crisis. yup.

now i think i did not care less about the blood. maybe.
i cared excessively about the central Tokyo views :O

but! yesterday bro happied me with the fact, that we
actually are going to buy that wonderful flat in summer.
(he forgot to tell me he had other 600万円？w)
so i can let go my morbid wish of the central mansions.
which not actually belong to me in the first place.
the place i left recently is nothing compared with the one,
i will get in a half a year. my my, how i do love concretes.

and no matter how you look at that - i got everything i wanted.
知らないうちに？

so probably that is for the best.
do not share the bed with someone like you. それはつらいこと。