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Loal is in the air

Several times I was suggested not to write pseudo post - analytical, in which I investigated myself and my moods, my changes and so on. But yesterday I realized that there is a reason behind everything we or, upon my asking that is. Chiara had accompanied on a Courts to buy a sandwich, and say: "Sometimes, I think of having to put on a diet, lose weight, do so many muscles and fuck, go fuck a lot."

Hence , a discussion, my romantic side is fruit and I can not see me in a story "serious" romantic love, all I know corny and repulsive. I have a rejection. Too many stories of love, "I gravitate more and more I feel the impatience, not envy. Everything appears to me child, sickly and do not understand why. Why are no longer romantic but cynical? What has changed? Reflecting on this, that I do not write more poems, that I did not move furniture or things at home, heralding the spring, I have a different relationship with my parents - poor, contemptuous - inflicted against them and they I sometimes like shit. What's wrong with me more? Why do I feel broken inside? It was the death of my grandmother, a full year now, or employment on 22 October last year, or what? If that means growing up, I also I want to flee the island is not there.

Just tonight are particularly down. But it is nothing more than a moment. Does not differ much from a person who does not think keeping busy and just as he thinks strikes.

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Times They Are A-Changing


Friday night I gave up driving lessons, to the delight. In those lessons again I feel unsure of myself, incapable of relationships, in addition, an idiot, because I do not know any coa has to do with cars, roads and their signage ... but I understand, but those signs are really useful? Why do not you do with other business and you delete them? In addition, they are the largest, are the least cuozzo and sadder. Look for valutrare beyond.
was a long time not entering into a maxi-cinema to watch a good movie. Why not, I love shopping is not a good film at all, it can be seen only by imagining the protagonist (Hugh Dancy ) naked. Perhaps
Watchmen Tintinelli is too violent, and scenes that touch the trash, but it's well done, especially in the first part, nice soundtrack, costumes, photography, but let's stop with the stop-motion, which a cinema in particular, with the amplified sound than does raise the hair on ass even if only one opens the door gently, or if the wind whistles. Imagine But what about the scenes of flesh and blood. But is not the first part of the evening that I care about.
Steeped as I was in nostalgic mood, with those hints of Bob Dylan and Simon & Garfunkel, dampened by cool air in March, the Shakti I feel elated, as if it were an initiation, a new beginning.
many new initiatives must be experienced to feel better? And there
known many familiar faces, the circumvesuviana University; even tweak two of my former classmates in high school. I smiled, I tried to make casual, but I was sweating, I was terribly upset.
even more when I saw Andrew, a boy del'università. Not because I like it, but because he lives the life that I want to live, free, uninhibited, sexually active. And I, its opposite. It took me a beer, to loosen up a little, and from there perhaps too loose. I hope that Darius, the brother of Ilaria, has not had a bad opinion of me.
But then I'm this or that?
short, a nice evening, thanks to my friends, but I really begin to act differently and not just think of it.

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total eclipse

Sometimes the air is so similar to so many tunes lived, hate, cold, hot, bitter air, that you have nostalgia. You have nostalgia for nostalgia. Listening to songs that ended ages now and you get the urge to smoke, take a glass from the cupboard and poured a Jack Daniel's, out on the balcony, feeling the wind caress the skin, frost filter and smoke enter the lungs.

In my case it is not. I cry, cry. I am a girl, are weak, I'll take the emotions. And I know. I listen to songs of decades past, I've never lived, and I just want to vent, to break the glass of JD's throwing him against the dresser, and start smoking and then cough and throw the cigarette on the balcony. I am a loser.

are worthless stress, advice, naming, do not change. I still fear to take the reins of my life and ride against the wind in search of euphoria. Disappoint myself and others. But I care.

I am a character in a story, a grandmother tells her grandchildren to go to sleep; not exist, what I see there, it's all just a dream, good or bad it is. So I calm. In this world where everything is so material and strong, I embrace the words, inconsistent, equal, fragile.

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NB: Do not drink too much wine at the table most of your family and mix the white with red, cakes and cheese: it hurts.

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Guys, What a Shitty World!

must say. The dick that comes out with "carpe diem" "seize the moment", "you only live once", it should be shot on the spot, complete with "Hasta la vista, baby" or "and keep the rest, you bastard ". How can you live without a second thought, irresponsible, as it was the last day of his fuckin life? I, then, if it were my last day of life, do everything as evenly as possible, without excess, without farewells. And it is one part to see how devastating the world turns, time passes and you look at the caterpillar, taking refuge in a clisalide and then turn into a butterfly. I am in the refuge "clisalideo. In a few months I have changed aspects of my life and I have known people, people that I love, that I can say fuck off, for which I would be his choice if she were a woman and he was gay, because I respect people with a look we can understand, and says good Iñárritu what unites us is to end suffering, nell'initimità and I would add that even in sex. I'm happy, till the accounts. The night I go to sleep in my corner addobato like a piece of my heart, with the curtain of the window, which falls on the headboard of my bed and my dog \u200b\u200bwhich I love as if it were my daughter and I am happy. Yet there is always a but ... For half of my day I dream ... I can not distinguish reality from dreams, from fiction, what is just in my head and what is what surrounds me ... this is a staircase leading to the living room of a nineteenth-century feast and I am a foreigner accused by all to be a little good or is it just scale of my house and I'm getting off my dog \u200b\u200bto pee? I'm walking to Naples frantic because I'm chasing someone with a look, perhaps followed, because they are a spy, or is it just my quick pace? These days, I find myself dreaming at night and travel to fancy, to discover the face of my grandmother (maternal), the body of a woman who discovers her husband and kills her lover and I'm hiding and I see everything ... Then G ******* dream, or the eyes of deer, dream me and him, the embarrassment, kissing, smiling. I forget everything and think about sex, and then the desire to travel, to escape, what can I say? I'm sad and you're not there, the time I beat her in the head and hands I'm not the only place where I want to stay.

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The Way It Is


I think it's time that I do not write a decent speech. Unoriginality? Little to say? Soon? Little desire? Maybe ... but who gives a fuck? In the end I do not believe what he says Dyo Adriano; people like to read about other people's, if they are presented in easy manner, without heaviness. Resign, I'm heavy.
enough trouble, pathetic and broken, at least until the next menstrual cycle and the next identity crisis peterparkesca ...
I thought a lot these days, I was stranded in an unprecedented existential and then have enough eyes of charmers' Ancient Mariner Leonardo ( ARRR! ) to make me spit all my conviction and atone for my sins and now I

Oh, Oh, Oh
Woke up today feeling
the way I always do
Oh, Oh, Oh
Hungry for something That I can not eat Then I hear

That beat That rhythm of town starts hauling me down

It's like a message from high above
Oh, Oh, Oh
Pulling me out
and smiles to the streets That I Love .. Good Morning Baltimore

With the exception that I eat, I do not sing, and are not to Baltimore for the rest of my mood is very zampettante dancer! I know, sometimes it seems a decerebration, but it is my nature.