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6th of December 2007

Today is the first day I had news from the outside.

Apparently my auto-proclamed girlfriend, actually she was the favour of the week, have been visiting me every day since the day of the incident when I was institutionalised in a rehab clinic in LA, to give me all her love and support and in this last week I seem to be much better and I'm really grateful for everyone concern.

She has been doing interviews ever other day in front of the clinic.

It's nice to see that her professional live had a push forward since the day I vanished from the superficie of earth.

This girl was never my girlfriend none of them had ever been.

Not that I do not respect women, I do, 3 of the person's I love must in this world are woman, my mum, my vovó and my sis. But those girls I usually go out with are just girls that just wanna get to be seen with me, they are models or actress in the beginning of their career and it is good for them, nothing else, I'm a guy I need to get laid and they can give that to me, so it works fine both ways, no complications.

Is not that I don't believe in love actually is the other away around I grow up seeing the love in the way my dad and my mum looked at each other ever day even in the hard times.

I know how it looks like and I will never settle for anything less then that.

Back to my "girlfriend" the funny thing is that she has been visiting me in this posh clinic in LA and I'm in this wet hole in Scotland, not that I don't love Scotland I really do but not this place, I traveled from the States to the UK with my Portuguese passport on the 2nd of October and registered in this clinic as Daniel Fraser Lourenço.

I have Portuguese passport thaks to my grandfather that always was a patriotic freak and make sure all of us always have our Portuguese passports even if none of us had born in the country not even my dad.

I always thought that by now I would be old news and they would leave me alone and I could start back again on this side of the Atlantic but boy was I wrong...

The gossip magazines are having a blast there's people that I never met telling all kinds of histories about me like they had been my best friends.

I'm leaving this s**t hole

before Christmas but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to handle the circus outside.

I was hoping to go back home and start over again, this time under my on rules, but there's no way I can do that with those freaks on my door steps.

I need peace of mind if I want to keep myself clean.

Time for therapy...

Daniel out