I open the notepad on my cell phone and try to write something. Writing has always calmed me. However, not even writing could save me from all that. I throw my cell phone on the sofa, I'm stressed, anguished, waiting for my ruin. I open the diaries I wrote when I was a teenager. And then I realize that I also found myself in a situation that I thought had no solution, when I kissed Tiago on the riverbank. However, there was a solution.
- Think, João Neto, think! – I ordered myself, in order to find a solution, or at least hope. I needed to do something. My defeat was certain, soon everyone would see my pornographic video with Guilherme, may the devil torture this bastard a lot. I wish, with anger, that the soul of the damned deceased would be received by the devil. I myself wanted to torture him and make him lose everything he loves. I would be able to tear him limb from limb and finally cut off his penis and make him swallow it.