Friday, January 22, 2010

Viking Ship With Labeled Parts

Hamlet, Part One. Far to

you know what I've always hated him? Jealousy. Stupid, insane, morbid, so reputation. I heard about my friends, we will discuss with my friends. Nothing, the reputation a Total crap - pardon the French, I have the exam on Monday and I need.
With him, honestly, I had the opportunity ever happened, nor had I ever heard that awful thick stomach that you feel when your mind is clouded and you simply can not see your guy with the silly goose who shamelessly is trying. Suddenly the other - a corridor of a crowded rush-hour overcrowded universities - do not exist. Nothing, gone.
can happen, you say, that a girl you try with your boyfriend once.
Well, multiply that by the university every day from October to now. Add to that the first small and allusive jokes, then more insistent digs until reaching proposals themselves.
Now, do you think that jealousy is - as I thought - just stupid, insane and morbid?
Here, I'm asking you for a while '. And frankly, I have not got an answer. All I know is that even if I refrain from saying something is simply out of pure respect for him, you know, not kill a fly, much less ill-treat some subjects.
But perhaps it's my turn to do the dirty work of the two.

© icon by paulimapi

0 comments:

Post a Comment