walk downhill on a sliding scale that goes uphill. wasted effort. less than to do the opposite, however, it is still wasted effort. the last few weeks I feel a little more than a bundle useless.
are a lot of feelings in sharp contrast to each other and I think if I had alcohol I would have exploded. deep sadness, mingled with anxiety, for what I did bad. leave is shit, it's almost worse than being left at least there you can hate hate curse, but to leave you feeling just horrible bitch. relentlessly. sorry for him. all what takes up most of my thoughts even if I try to fly. because it ends a feeling I do not know. saperselo then say the end is only a matter of respect. I think I had respect. first to betray, before Scazzi to the limit, first to degenerate, it is better to be honest. so I already knew a bit ', not only could not even tell myself.
are in total confusion. all certainties, well-built walls of certainty, a house well furnished with curtains on the windows. down. and my decision to make them collapse. beginning, overpowering inclination hold. anxiety. hope. as always, hope. almost sexual excitement, to express the concept. a bit 'of masochism. build, throws down, build. and then maybe we also pull out something from that soup crocks of life slip by now.
I should use more verbs in this post.
forgiveness, are strange.
call
ps. But that's cool, in a few days I will be in this photo ..
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