is not time I will not write about you. No, no, it's over. Some day I come melancholy vein and wants to have part of my life, but not today. I've proposed, you do not write about love. Well, sorry, man. Not worth it. I love you very much and I will not do me more damage. But what do I do? I'm doing! Enough is enough. Forget it. Leave it in a corner. There. Guarded. Where nobody can find it. Play it the key. Double back. Now go too far and start this post again.
... while in the background, sounds Maybe tomorrow Stereophonics of , alternating with Mad world Gary Jules of .
... while in the background, sounds Maybe tomorrow Stereophonics of , alternating with Mad world Gary Jules of .
105 followers. Wow. Who would say that he thought would not come or 50. 105. 105 people who read my texts and 105 people I write almost daily. Thousands and millions of thanks to all. I connect and the first thing I do is get me to blog. Read comments, answer some, others not and reread my previous posts to submit myself to an interrogation with questions like why I wrote this and what made me feel this way? or reproach me silly things like love, puppet, You mark your own way!, Forget now, sweating it, hold Lucia ... I've eaten so much shit for not having someone release ... "Good God, how I've changed my life irrevocably, "I said and I still think. Many times through the blog I've released, and have them stay a little calmer, and may also have helped me see things from another point of view, from outside, from the reader who knows nothing about me. And somehow that has helped me to get to know me better.
"The long day is over" is something I could not stop thinking on the way home, not today I've been really in my salsa. "That love is short and long forgotten," thought when I got out of bed this morning at 8:15. But without doubt, the phrase that comes to mind is that of "In the end, all that remains, are the people" and that a is. People, who are or have been most important to us, as we mark. Echo us who we are, worse or better person. And again, how quickly can pass the time, and slower at other times. The can cost us forget a simple evening, the "weeks? even a few months. Regards. A wonderful evening which lasted 2 or 3 hours, can take months to stop without ever remember feeling anything. So all is well. Time to time that everything is fleeting and nothing remains. Neither beauty nor fortune, nor love. Just wait, and when the time have the opportunity to give a sudden change in your life: it will. Do not be afraid of changes, all life is changes. Then you will see that nothing is forever, and if so, few things are. Love lasts as long as "hard." I do not feel anywhere. Neither student neither here nor there. Or Madrid. Not to feel, I'm not even myself sometimes Who do you think made you fucking Lucia? "I said. They are the people or situations that make us change, not ourselves. In someone scared afraid of the world, people. When you love someone, and fear of being alone. He has become someone who has his head down every other day too, and somehow try to pretend something, wanting to appear to be strong. I stole the smile and gave me a makeup. "I answered myself in the mirror.
"I accept and survive,
grow and make career.
And remember that these large and small failures,
person you have done "
-Miley Cyrus-
Very rare my text today. Offline things together. I wrote it as I came. In way, this works well for blogs right? to stop writing on the net what you think. But what do you think about what? you will say. In my case. I write about what I think of myself. Him, to them. On my day to day. And so I release the extres that causes me the fucking real world. Once again, thank you.
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