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I go back a bit 'desire to write. Maybe because I am ill, will be many things, or maybe it's just the fact that I'm tired of being quiet and thinking.
Sometimes the good you foster books, you are back on line that you have inside it the seed of the controversy, the disquisition on the details of the fluff, the obsessive thinking that, even if not expressed, is trembling in me since my birth. It will also
that I was asked recently to be myself, to talk with me and remember, with kindness, even the darkest moments of my life.
I'm learning to deal with so many things go and realize that my suffering there was not then was so great, compared to the real things of life devastating. And what is so good cry on them, so beautiful that people say "Oh poor thing!" because it is so easy, I will justify everything and you have the right autoconclamato of being a burden to others.
I did I even for years, I can boast about this, I recognize with eyes closed.
I hate the pretentious angst free and just because it's fashionable to take a flagellate.
so I criticized the vacuous Truzzoni generation, those who were interested only at the Disco and some do not think so much buzz. I never thought of boycotting the other excess: the emo depression with his eyes covered, which is in fear of torture psychodramas from peanuts, why it is so nice to put the competition to see who is worse.
But who wins if I list all your misfortunes, that compared with those of others, are less than a speck of dust?
know people who has been through so much, but that is perched behind a pretend alms consolations of pathetic, but that force may be used every day to go forward, because he knows the value of life more than those fake respectable Catholics every day fill us with haunting defected over the sacredness of life itself.
are very intolerant lately. Intolerant with many people who behave in a way incomprehensible to me.
It is said that one should not judge, but it's bullshit, you can not live without judging things and people that involve you. If you do not judge to consider, and assess if you do not learn and do not mature.
Lately I can not stand the ranting of suffering, those who attempt suicide for a nail that is broken, cursing all the gods and the universe, for all the misfortunes that seem destined only to that frignone.
Now, when I was upset captain all those moments when you really throw it down from the balcony only for that half a word which not even know who he is. A bill, however, is a day of despair, another is to live well, to do mercy to the people, to get attention. And I repeat, I say this because I know what you speak, because I did well for so long I ... but in adolescence, high school!
not smoke, do not do drugs, I'm not an alcoholic, but my depression was the drug, and also my inspiration.
But if it exceeds the legal age I no longer understand.
do not understand how one can despair for a test gone wrong. Ok, we will lay low for a while 'and you get angry with yourself with that arrogant and despotic teacher that you would have rejected even though you know better than him, but then to roll up our sleeves and try again, or move to another back on the more ; forward.
But there are those who really considers himself a failure. When I talk with such people, including my love, obsessed with academic performance, I always think about how the debate would be if we were college students in Switzerland. Learn about what interests you and find out if the Swiss so that they can complain and come off the hair if not take a test! Are a step away from the impossibility to graduate! What we have to complain about us?
utime Then I reflected on the concept of friendship. Well, lately I think in reality it means the last seven years really, but on a regular basis, and this is one of those moments. I do
effort ultimately to shut up. I can not in all honesty. And it weighs on me so much on the liver, frankly, too good for me to go. I must say, I must speak, I have to deal with it at the cost of losing everything because everything to lose so much that is inconsistent.
When I think of friendship I think the worst are the good at any cost, even at the cost of being assholes.
I know it's nonsense, but do not tell me, tell them, who are both friends with and so good, that they make their figures terrible with others, while never having to tell their friends that are wrong.
And instead I prefer to make a bitch, that bitch so much that the end is a true friend but no one understands.
Because everyone wants to say to be elected in the firmament of the genes, the most infallible pope, but a true friend tells you if you're wrong in everything, whether in writing, for example, in behavior, things in the series life.
I decided long ago that I no longer want to do it for those who do not deserve it, for those who do not understand, unless there is my personal advantage or my enjoyment in doing so, because I'm tired of helping those who want to stand on a pedestal of fake smiles and fake many salaams unnecessary. But I probably will once again try to save both ways, as I feel inside an unstoppable motion that leads me to want to put in the cabbage .... backside of the goat metaphorically speaking! Unfortunately
have always been friends for friendship only and not for utility or when you do not feel to compliment me on them. The friend with you if you slap a crap, does not tell you how good you are, that's an ass-licker you ride behind. Among
But as said Christopher ... "A day will come ..." and we all realize the reality of things. And maybe I'll find out the wrong star in the first place. I'd love to, but I smell no unfortunately, no. Another fic for
