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Dear D (i) ary,
Today my grandmother came to visit us. It smelled of talcum powder, Ross rose water and candy. He brought us a gift of two beautiful books, of book binding, cover with parchment paper. One for me and one for Marianna.
It is strange that allow us to have something of the same, but perhaps because his grandmother is an elderly person and not think about these things. And I do not know, sometimes I get the impression that the grandmother is a bit 'on my side, I want a good special.
before locking themselves in the studio with her mother, as every Saturday, he gave me a vigorous pat on the head and told me to make good use of that book and who knows that will not disappoint. Fortunately
Marianna went out with dad to go to dance, otherwise he would know how many stories to that caress unbalanced.
Then I decided that I will use this notebook to write something for me to become my special friend.
That's why I called Darius, Persian, and as the leader as the first high school boy who has such beautiful green eyes and that I never considered.
He is the club volleyball, but I'm too small to play volleyball. And I'm always afraid that the ball is on me and hurt me.


Dario, I have a picture of me and sticks to show you here, maybe one of these days I'll stop the machine automatically after school and a scatter. For now be content with what I say.
I'm not a nice guy, I'm sorry. They are small of stature, even though my father always tells me it will grow again because "he's grown a lot after sixteen years" (although still low) and thin (last week I got fifty pounds for the first time in my life). I
blacks with red hair, curly and as far as trying to cure them remain stubbornly curly. I do not like.
am proud of my nose is thin and small and I'm always afraid that the ball may fall over and ruin.
I have freckles that are mixed up with pimples.
Well, crap, here.
I'd pay anything to say to not be an Achilles, but Patroclus at least one and not a Thersites. Alex, my best friend, says I be foolish to think so.
My mother said that Maria and I are alike so much, that we have the same rebellious curls, the same cut of the eyes, the same expression a little 'angry.
only that she is taller than me, is robust and has a beautiful bosom, as all the male members of the school are the buzzes and she comes home every Saturday evening accompanied by a different one.
you make the high school, but a false one, to Scolopi, I state high school classic.
In class I do not feel so bad.
Given that I did not notice it right away, here. I do not like talking, I prefer to stay quiet and minding my own business, study and take ten in important matters (it also takes into less important, but without paying attention).
When I was in elementary school once the teachers have told my mother with a mixture of pride and worry that I was kind of a little genius because in second grade already reading books for those of the fifth. I just do not talk to other children. Apart
Alessandra. It was a secret between me and her my voice - although to be honest I love it because she always talks.
Ah, I do not remember if I told Darius, Alex is my best friend. You'll enjoy it. She is tall and strong - to say he is fat and is always on a diet, but I think it's beautiful Junoesque it is - has a pair of thick glasses from Frame branded has long brown hair clear smooth as spaghetti and eyes hazelnut. La Know kindergarten.
Alessandra has a voice mellifluous, somewhat 'set meanwhile - do both part choir school - especially is tireless. In long afternoons winter my room or summer seaside when raging hot she fills my hours talking. Di what read, some prof. antipathetic, tasks, adolescent why took a cotta a book who read or film maybe we saw together. Parla always somehow self.
His tone gives me peace and calms me when sad.

You know, Dario, I often be a bit 'sad, very sad strange, almost sickening. I think it's 'uncomfortable age', because in the end there is nothing in my life that just will not go.
My mother always tells me that I have not a girl, but I'm not sure that what interests me.
Father, when Maria began to go out at night always with a different one, says it's better that way, at least I have that opinion. Marianna
Last night was one of its crisis, this time against our parents. That's weird, usually gets angry with me.
I was already asleep because I go to school even on Saturdays - not like her! - When I awoke to the screams.
I know that my sister had not taken his medication. I wanted to stay warm in bed - it scares me when my sister does so - but eventually I did, because Marianna shouted and my father more. When I went into the living room her mother's face was red and weeping. It made me feel. Santa
he held her by the arms and then I understood. He nodded and went to their rooms, where they keep the drugs. I felt like a robot many times I did this thing. When I got back into the living room I stretched out on drugs mum, but she pretended not to see me. Did not respond. So I went I to my sister, to have them taken.
She became all purple-faced and began shouting "filthy little worm" and "Thief maniac," and to accuse me of stealing her T-shirt with lace.
I did not touch anything! I would have liked to shout "Bitch," but I know that I am not allowed to cry out against, but I began to tremble with rage. I dropped the drugs, fortunately did not break the bottle. My mother eventually moved to pick them up, told me that I'm no good at all.
I disappointed. Again. I know I should I look after my sister. I ran to my room, breathless.
But that's not why I'm sad. Maybe I do not know. It seems to me to never do enough, to be the dog chasing bone, but can never grasp it.
I'm a fool, that's what they are.

Alessandra saw me sick this morning at school. Became aware that I struggled to stand up, I sleep. I only said that Marianna was sick again, she put on a smile of compassion and the matter ended there. A recreation
told me about this guy she likes, which I have to give my opinion. She always asks my opinion when it comes to males. I do not know, I know that we understand more than you, although I have not spoken of the sympathy I have for Dario - the real one, not you.
He also asked me if I go out with this and she and her friend, but I do not really want. He began to pray, to make her sad eyes and tell me you are not a good friend if I leave it alone with a guy who might as well jump on the first date as far as I know. What I have to defend.
I persuaded easily.


The output has been nothing short of bankruptcy. The guy who likes to Alessandra is a first class asshole and Alessandra does not like either, he kept looking at other girls. At some point you are secluded, I think I've asked Alex to fuck and she told him no, because then came to pull me away by the arm.
But the friend an asshole, Marisa, was nice, especially because he has made it clear I did not care. The thing was a relief for me.
We talked of literature and manga - wow, we like the same! - Left me his number and said that maybe one of these days I will be looking for in a school playground.

Today, when I got home, my father was waiting outside in the garden, which is strange because I do not expect anyone. He said he wanted to take me for a ride, get something to eat out. His face was grotesque, of trying to hide things.
"What happened, Daddy?" I asked, already imagining some kind of tragedy.
"Your sister has been in a mess. He had one of its crisis to school attacked a companion who had approached in too explicit. "Mi told at school has happened large casino which them called and which perhaps Marianna there can return.
"Now you're great, I want you to know things as they are," he said when we sat outside at a table in the bar two blocks from home. I felt taut as a violin string.
"You and your sister are growing ... and however I and thy mother we tried you to best grow and not make weigh differences among yourselves not we succeeded. "Finally I thought inside me now me hurrying do what want. 'm Sick can not do things I want because makes Marianna. How dance. How piano. Like a thousand other things. Instead was not this discourse my father wanted me.
"Marianne is unfortunate, it is not as smart as you, ha ... has a psychiatric problem, do you understand? "
" I do not have five years, father, "I said a bit 'offended.
"See, your sister .. Your sister will never grow at all. His brain will never develop like yours or mine. This does not mean it's stupid, but just different. Just that people not understands and increasingly seeks harm her and take advantage her. You must be patient with her, do not respond as bad as you usually do, you try to protect it. And help loving good. "
" I love her, "I protested. "But it's annoying! And it's violent. It scares me. "
" It's your sister, you understand that you would never hurt you "I told him seriously and I wanted to cry and shout:" No! "Because she has often done wrong, since children. That's why sometimes I hate her.
"You have to understand that she sees in you what you want to be her. You can do whatever you want in life and not her. Do you think we want more good for you because you're smarter, because you good in all, we must make them understand that it is not true. That she deserves love. And you have to first look to prove it. Do you promise? "
" But it is not right! "I wanted to scream, but I felt guilty about even thinking such a thing. Marianna is my sister, I love her, rightly so.
"Yes, father."
"I knew you'd understand, Luke, you're a very mature guy for your age." Well, at least for this my love me, because they say they are 'mature'. Although sometimes I see other kids with their little problems, that would change the motor, a pair of shoes and their parents who would not want to buy and I seem to be infinitely happier. More carefree. I
carefree I do not know what it is. Sometimes I seem to be in a cage. The night I wake up with my heart in my throat, the fear that Marianna will wake up and shout at me to be against. My father continued to give me a long speech about what his mother suffer for Marianna starcisi almost to the point of getting sick and then I try to be good with her, to help and not annoyed. Because the situation is delicate.
And if mom gets mad and treats me so bad - it happened a few days ago, after I wrote it because I was not even the strength to write, dear Dario, I lingered half an hour to return from school and she went on a rampage, yelling at me and told me that I am a son distorted and then brought me a slap - in short, my father said I must try to understand it. Which sometimes overreact.
I felt even more alone when I spoke. I've always felt alone, since I started to be large enough to prove the solitude. Sometimes families watched television, those with a loving father and mother who prepares the pies, and I start to cry.
Why I do not have the right to a normal family?
But in the end those are just illusions, I guess all families are like mine.

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"But yes, basically I liked him even to your beast puzzida" she mocked him, while Luke stroked One by one the objects of her beloved dog, Lulu, who died a few hours before the study of the veterinarian who had always cared for, at the age of sixteen.
"Lulu has never stank. And anyway, 'puzzida' in Italian does not say, Marianna "the scolded Luke with a dry tone, bending his back. "I do not speak ill of her, "he muttered. He wanted to really loved that dog was his constant companion during his teenage years and probably the most meaningful presence in that house.

Well, teens ... Luca was not exactly sure of having had one, because since the early years of high school - or even before - he was always overwhelmed by thousands of responsibility. Well, now he was copying phrases Alessandra again. He shook his head.
"Of course, the only woman in your life," she laughed aloud, showing all the pearly teeth.
"idiot!" He snapped.
"Luke, stop treating your evil sister!" cried the mother, who was preparing meals for the family reunion.
"She began her!" Protested the young man.
"Stop fighting like when you were children. Conduct by adults! "
" Look, mom said you're not an adult. "Luke wanted to answer, but consolidating a tactic now old, he remained silent, turning his eyes away.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" Marianne approached him and shook him by the arm. "Are you deaf?" He cried, shouting in his ear. "Are you deaf and bad," she said again, louder and shake up the volume voice.
"Marianne! Keep your voice down, "cried the mother, without entering the room.
"You cat-ti-vo!" Shouted again.
"Leave me alone! Do you understand? Leave me alone! "Luke exploded in the manner of a pressure cooker in which the cap jumps. He rose from his chair on which he had collapsed and took the stairs to reach what had been his bedroom.
because it seemed that nothing ever changes? At that time, I wish once again that his mother came softly without knocking the door of the room, hugged him and reassured him that his sister had no right to do so, nor to attack. He wanted His mother hugged him and reassured him gently.
But his mother had never made a similar gesture for him because "you know, your sister is unfortunate, your sister has a problem, you have to understand."
What should he see? He thought angrily, rubbing his bruised arm. He pulled on his nose and looked in the mirror.
"You have twenty-five, you can not even act like a fifteen year" it said in a low voice, but knew that if he fell back into the living room, he and Marianne would have ended up fighting again. He sat on the bed and took out the i-phone and started playing with some applications. If at least
Alessandra had sent a message to ask how things were going ... Alessandra was interested but rarely that. In order not to feel alone, he focused on the game, using all his anger to destroy the bubbles that fell on the screen.
"He's ready," cried the voice of his father who had returned from work and, as usual, it was probably put to watch the news without bothering to greet the children.
Luke put on his phone in his pocket and went down the stairs.
"Hello, Daddy," she said absently, passing in front of the TV.
"Hello, Luke." Replied the man, getting up and making him the nod. We both started in the kitchen.
Marianna was chatting with their mother, indeed it would be truer to say - said Luke - who was chatting to his mother, as usual grinding syllables and investing it with logical paths rather difficult to determine, if at all logical. Her mother patiently tried to answer back and keep them where possible, otherwise simply nodded.
"Why are not you studying?" Asked his father to Luke.
"It's Saturday, the studio is closed on Saturday," he repeated machine, almost feeling guilty about a week short of his work, as if he were the owner of the business and not a mere employee.
"BTW, there is a friend of mine," began his mother "who you should call the next day. He plans to renovate the house of his mother, I gave her your number. "
" Ok. "
" Mom, I was talking to me! I was saying I knew this e. .. "Maria hung up as if nothing had happened. Of course the parents said nothing and waited in silence for the young to finish his monologue. So slip away half of the meal. When Maria finally stopped, distracted by the bubbles of Coca Cola, the father intervened: "Luke, why do not you eat almost anything?"
"My stomach is closed" was the reply slim. The father shook his head, but made no comment.
"I Instead I ate everything! Mom cooks so good! You know mom, you should give me the recipe of your own risotto, so do it again with Stephen ... I told you about Stephen, is not it? Here you see, Stephen's cousin, called Lucrezia ... Lucrezia ... or maybe it was Lucy ... no, but I think its Lucrezia ... Lucretia, that bad name, seems like a bad character of a show, Lucrezia ... Lucrezia ... brainy, which means Lucrezia? "
" is Latin for "Luke replied laconically.
"Well, your recipe, that's why I said Lucretia makes a good risotto, but yours is as good as I also do a good impression because Stefano's mother says they are good for little. But it is only because is an old nasty and jealous harpy, bitch ... "
" Marianne! "snapped the father.
"Daddy, you know, when you need us and I want to speak it properly, not like this one are decorated with bows brainy here that all of the words were not even candy, which in the end mica even understand when he speaks with all the candies .. Because you know, Mom always recommended not to eat too much candy because otherwise you will decay the teeth ... ah, the day before yesterday I went to the dentist e. .. "Luke is disconnected from that scene, as was usual, making a mental list of things she had to do in the rest of the day. Do some 'spending, spread the washing machine, possibly ending the picture that was on the stand for two weeks, maybe go out that evening with Alex or someone else. Not that he was all this desire to leave the house, but it is said that for social convention, it was a good idea to talk to someone who had not co-workers at least once a week.
Or maybe you could go to dance somewhere, take the car and up to Tirrenia. It had been two weeks since his last adventure ... shuddered in horror when he realized the thoughts he was doing at the table with his parents. It was not clean, was incorrect.
The shrill voice of Maria once again brought him back to reality:
"Mom, I call a taxi? I have an appointment with Stephen .. "At least if Marianna was gone, he would have had a good excuse to return home without appearing rude. She helped her mother clear the table as he had always done in silence, then looked forward with a flourish and announced that he had work to do.

Lying on the sofa in the parental home, Luke still listened patiently to the complaints of Alessandra sull'ennesimo boy who had treated her badly. Alexander was not a bad girl for him, even in the case of the sweet face, always smiling, perhaps a bit 'naive, with the shapes in the right places - ok, maybe a little' too curvy - a beauty soap and water a bit 'retro, dressed with both hot and cold with bright colors.
"There ... why did not you come last night? At least you would have given him a punch in the face. "He complained, referring to the previous evening went to the disco with her friends when she saw the guy coming out - or, to put it as he thought Luke, the guy had swept a pair of Sometimes - very passionately rubbing with another.
Luke wanted to argue that since all women an evening, he would feel a bit 'out of place, but decided against it.
"Ah, anyway ... the Mari I found something that will change your life. "
" My life? "She put up a crumpled flyer advertising the new business Arcigay for that year. Luke looked at him briefly. "So you know that the Gay Pride I like to go alone. Why should I care? "
" This should interest you. A theater course! "
" What? "
" Theater and body language. You will do well, will teach you to be a little 'less cod ... and you will see that success with the boys. "
" I have never complained that it did not happen? "
" Luke ... you're old, you have twenty-five, it's time you find yourself a boyfriend! Just go around like scopacchiare a fifteen. "
" To me it's okay. "
" You okay until you have a pretty face, young and fresh and a nice ass ... but you also know that you will not last forever. "
" I have not found the right person. And it's better alone than badly accompanied "He was reciting the usual comedy that Alessandra was fine. It was easier for her to think that his best friend had never had a serious relationship, despite being very personable and intelligent, rather than go to see that handsome features and an IQ above average were not enough, that none of the Luke had never cooked for more than was reflected in serious than a fuck, that often his peers did not even noticed the beauty, vexed by his inability to interact. No, this was not the story I wanted to hear Alex, then read Luke for her, the boy who does not want relations, which only wants to entertain. Had never confessed his most intimate dreams, those in which dreamed up a sweet and loving companion, dinner by candle light and walks on the beach at night holding hands.
He would never told to Alex, she would not understand. But then he did not expect that someone really could understand it, humans do not understand.
"You go out to take a hot chocolate somewhere side? "he asked.
"I want even more ugly and fat?" She said, blowing her nose into a handkerchief. Luke was silent, listening to his stomach that was beginning to complain a bit 'of food. Alessandra's cell phone broke the silence.
"Hello, Marisa .. Yes, I'm home. How am I? I'm in pieces ... yes, yes, Luchino has been here for me ... if we want to go eat a pizza tonight? Wait till I ask ... Luke, you want to go out for a pizza with Mario and his friend? I would be so pleased, by the by ... "
" Were not you on a diet? "He said, making his tongue ..
"Ok ... I'll see about seven o'clock in the usual place. " Her friend had found the smile on the contrary Luca was already beginning in a cold sweat at the prospect of having to know someone new to see and probably for the umpteenth time Alessandra smorfiosetta do.

"Hello, darling!" Marisa yelled across the room and went to get the two friends. Alessandra greeted with two kisses on the cheeks and a long hug. "Hello, sweetheart," said Luca, softening a bit 'the surge, but not giving up to caress his face. He stiffened like all times, just did not understand the people's desire for physical contact. He was well without anyone invading his territory.
"Some friends joined to us, I hope you do not mind. All very nice, anyway, "she smiled. Luke wanted to run screaming at the time. But if there was a lot of people probably nobody would have paid particular attention to him and you could cut out the corner of space.
not well understood how many people compose the group of new friends, maybe ten, still too many. From clothing could distinguish clearly that they were friends and friends of Marisa, blatantly gay and this calmed down a little Luca. At the very least, would not have felt too much like a fish out of water.
After the usual ritual of the aperitif of choice sat in a corner, observing others and trying not to recognize which in turn was the subject of affected eyes. At least three degrees of separation, could never fuck a friend of Marisa, would have been embarrassing.
Although the blond with the open shirt was not bad, maybe a little 'too California-style and with too many numbers for his tastes, and why not, the kind little man with a shaved head. Alessandra had gone somewhere with the boy, who, as expected, the friend had made known, while Marisa was engaged in a passionate dialogue with a brunette.
"Can I?" Luke almost jumped when he heard that question and for a brief fraction of a second he found himself face to face with the interlocutor.
"I did not scare you," laughed the boy. Luca focused only on long brown hair, from metalhead.
"I was just lost in thought. But yes, you can take the chair. "
" I wanted to sit down, do not bring it home, really, "replied the other with a simple and neutral tone that Luke did not expect. This effort to look in the face.
How had he not notice it before?!
Perhaps it was a sort of self-defense of his brain, trying to exclude from its meaning the person who seemed made for him. Or at least to his hormones.
Three degrees of separation ...
"are you a friend of Marisa?" He asked. Also had a beautiful voice sweet and clear.
"Yes" Luke nodded, unable to add anything else.
"Nice, I'm Nicola."
"Luke." There was a moment of embarrassment, Luke did not know whether he should extend the hand or not, if he had to do something. For sure it was flushed and it did not improve his mood.
"I moved to town recently," Nicole smiled. "I have taken in a small publishing house, finally! Above all, I dedicate myself to my greatest passion, theater. So when Marisa asked me if I wanted to teach a course on the gay scene allÁrci I immediately said yes, I can not wait to get started. "Luca lulled by the slow flow of words. He closed his eyes for a moment: literally adored when someone spoke to him, lifting the burden of having to attack the conversation or even worse having to respond. "Anyway, I told you, I moved here recently, I studied with Marisa in Padua, then I was doing a doctorate in Publishing and now I came up here. I do not mind at all Florence, at least it's an open city. And you? Born and raised here. "
" Yes "moments of silence followed. Luke cursed his inability to dissolve or to make any move that seemed seductive. "I'm an architect. That is, for now I have my study ... but at least I what I like. "
" So you're a creative, "said the other with exaggerated enthusiasm.
"I like to draw. Paint too. "
" An artist is mysterious "said Nicola again. "And with a beautiful smile."
"Nico, we go! Move or I'll leave on foot. "The boy was with his hair shaved for him.
"I'm coming! Well, the Mystery Luke, see you soon. "She smiled. Luke wanted to bang his head against the wall.
Why was always like this?

"Luke, all right?" Said Marisa, taking advantage of the fact that Alex had been removed for a long cigarette break with Max, his new conquest.
"Yes" he replied, putting on a face-smile of convenience.
"You are quieter than usual."
"I do not think" mumbled, yawning.
"Wednesday is the lesson demonstration theater course, we come from?"
"I do not obsess about it!" He roared.
"It will be fun,'re not obliged to follow the course then, but it will be a nice evening. Ever since James got engaged, you did not go out hardly at home. What, there was some jealousy between you? "
" No! " James had been his companion out in the disco for the past eight years ... up to a month ago when he became a subspecies of a lesbian, she found the man of her life, had moved from him and just had no consideration for anyone. "It's that .. Well, I can not go to a gay bar with you or Alessandra, with all due respect. "
" Nor can you wait forever that James let his kid to go around with you. You'd need someone else. "
" I'm fine, thank you for your interest, "said controversial, locking shoulders.

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In This Diary by ~ PDD-boo on deviant ART

Plot Luca is a twenty-five young architect whose life is dictated by the work in the office, evenings and nights in solitary good at Torre del Lago, looking for sex without commitment, in which he seems to forget a life that consists only of duties. He has few friends and not feel the need to have others, not seeking a relationship and perhaps even more than we hoped until the day that Nicole knows, a brilliant editor and a drama teacher. The story seems to start off right, but not everything is perfect, and Luke will come to terms with their fears.

Luke is a teenager grappling with adulthood, discovering with his homosexuality. Good at school, serious, so the limits dell'asociale, sports, creative. And like many teenagers, keeps a diary.
Luke has a sister, Marianna, less fortunate than him on which focus the attention and concerns of parents. It's really easy to grow without reference points?


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