If there's one thing that I do not know is that I know are very, very, bad. Apparently, looking at me, I seem like a lot, and so are at the bottom. I never believed so much in me to be considered better than anyone. What I like is to do what I want, and what I have to also. I am always beating of what others were doing, those are not my friends I mean. But this year I feel different. Automatically, when I'm with him I feel too exposed, too easy to hit. I'm putting my all into this story because I think today more than ever into something and especially in someone. But as a result I feel vulnerable. And for a brain like me is not beautiful. Let yourself go, everybody says fregatene. Was easy, I would cry myself. Why
to me that there is not going down, from the first time I saw it. And not just because they test you, but mostly because when I find her to be around the bar or around the fourth floor, I can no longer control myself. It 's like me you have blurred vision and the air does not come more to the brain. Not reason anymore. It is in those moments that I become the person who does not want to be.
Why is it that I pull digs, but it is not me screaming in a hallway - luckily desert - at six o'clock in the afternoon which is a fool.
And I know that I will continue like this, because when I see that his stupid fat face and no longer me.
In all this, however there is a comic note. Who would have thought that I, a small twig from the smiling face of an angel, I never managed to strike fear into one of two years older and with the backside as a landing strip so that you have to move faster when he sees me ?!
Quiet monster. I'll find out revenge in due course. After all, revenge is a dish that is served cold.
And I'm rotting for nine months because of you.
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