Instructivo De Battleship

Can't get over

Non è che non ci stai insieme da tre giorni.
E' che non gli metti le mani addosso, da tre giorni.
That is different. XD!


Why all the people that was once normal is now reduced to a stylized copy in body of a 13 year old girl, emo, blonde with fake cuts and screaming in tears when they see Tokio Hotel?
And then there is Jenni by example as well. The blond is there, and also German.
Tie.

With the other not, but the example fits.


Then that great whore Lorena says to look for true love and then: "But did not the apartment and the apartment without the man I do not want it."
Fuck! What if you do not flirt with whoever the fuck you're not happy!

The new room is a nice guy. But as s'accolla.

And Sasha is as if he knew to please all womankind of Fredrick's. Not that he deserves it.
But what we play! And who suffers is me.
Lore does the bitch, then complains that Jenni is angry.
Jenni is angry and comes to me vent and the castles because Sasha is not me talking and blah blah ...
And me?

Oh, I combinations of shit, and alone. Without help.
How to destroy a beautiful relationship of friendship / trust created in 4 months ...? Yeah.
Congratulations to me.



Sometimes it is so easy to make everything go your way ... you want it. Be
discovered that Clare, but I realized that from the moment I have not reached the lowest point, I could not go back.
And the bad period has passed, so now I have to always be committed to make this routine ... that is not satisfactory as before, but I will give them more heat.
know to go home and go to Jenni for a hug ... that every Friday and Saturday however all will ask me to dance ... you can smile quietly while someone help with his mise en place.
Just relax and live a little 'after three weeks really exhausting.
After that nothing was going well, or simply the wrong way.
A time when the only think "work" made me cry and stomach ache.
Three weeks where I do not think it was in me. To be unable to hold back tears at work, or maybe while I was there. Where that square malorganizzato battered and became a haven blessed to be alone to seek a peace that did not exist.
The words went away by themselves, when weariness kept me away from the computer, the days passed between the memories of Jason, Nick, Arnaud, Fabo, Simon and the imposing structure White, who saw me enter the first ever in the morning, do not go out in the afternoon, and go running at night not to miss the last bus.
And the phone was left out on purpose.
Why call would not be helped.



But now it's gone.

Together with those who say that are fat.