Thnks fr th mmrs
Well perhaps in this the Plague wrong.
"If there's one thing I can rely 100% on that pro buttarcisi? Getting hurt in funny was never one of my passions ... "
And that I have to say? It will be a lack of family. I'm not the right person to judge, but I can look at the situation objectively.
It 's true, he started dancing late, but that does not mean not having hope. Study, study, study, study and study again. Maybe then it will be time wasted, but at least have tried. Why
regrets, they are ugly to bear. More some shattered dream.
The disappointment and broken dreams pass in a few months. Maybe one day in October to a February day.
But regret? A life? Enough?
Look behind all the time and sigh sadly? No, better sick for a few months.
must also consider the factor of friends.
is always present in times of need. Four months is a long time, so far away.
But four hundred? That is four hundred months to say "Why did not I" instead of "But you remember that shit? Eh, it would be nice ... "
why I'm happy. Why
in that September, I let myself go. I decided, as a suicide bomber, to follow the stab in the lungs, that sense of invasion of total ...
That was fantastic months for those all-encompassing. Without words-what? -, Sofas, songs, infringements on Kinder, of (fake) lunch ...
I still remember that day. It was November 19. It 'was the first-and-one to notice. He looked at me with that face, "I know what you are doing ...". Although maybe he's not even realized and that phrase came from myself. Because I knew that was the only one he could notice it. That "And what do you say to your mother, that you ate the sandwich you, but when someone else eats it or throw it? ".
Maybe it's been said by chance, but then I panicked. It 'been a continuous "You know. You know. You know. You know. You know. You know. You know. "
As aware of my loneliness. "Even when we are together with others, you're always alone."
Well, somebody had the girl, who had the boy there, someone had found a new friend, some people continued to envy ... and I had nothing to do. No boy, no new friend, no one to envy, nothing more swimming, all friends from the tests taken, no plan, no experience in humanitarian assistance has never been interested much ... and I was there. With myself. With my books. With my comics. With my music. With my family conflicts.
Every so often, a person who appeared here. Crept, with a few words, a smile and much humor. And the eyes that simply said "I understand." A deep mutual respect, totally opposite on every issue, it was fun talking during recess. Each claimed their ideas trying to convince the other. Never a verbal attack, never too close, but deep consideration and understanding.
Not just the same.
And here we are. This happened then. Same wave (not close to others), same thoughts (we are still albatrosses with our unlimited storage), same way of being (equal and uncommon, for this simple and terribly complicated).
Always 2 in 1.
I've taken the keys, but by that October, I had all the packages because I was used to the idea of the eviction.
But I finally evicted by itself. Why the double I have ever had.
No one has changed the lock. It needed only the courage and the desire to open the door and put everything in place.
But you did not show up, continued splashing around in the pool of his villa overlooking My Mind.
as a fucking plague. My
.
What finally helped me to empty the boxes.
loft of my sight Her Mind.
Because as far as he wants to forget, be afraid, and at the same time be happy to admit it-with confidence that bordered on the 0% but is now close to 99% I'm the fucking plague. His
.
I love you, idiot.
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