roam !
And I do not want the new year arrived.
How are you? Do you feel different? Have you made a list of good suggestions?
For me the list abozzata and I got lost somewhere in a casssetto ... maybe, or perhaps under a bed or in a closet? It has no value, how come he got it.
E 'from a life that I do not update, I should do it more often, I should write something imported, something that concerns me, things I want to remain on time and that I forget or never write.
But today I feel more cynical than usual, it's funny to note that when upgrading I am in a foul mood.
* sigh * Maybe it's because I like it or not I need to vent, around the problem with hundreds of letters, without resolving other that to lessen the anger and stay with a bitter taste, at least the negative energies do not accumulate too much.
During this time I feel inside a barrel of iron, it seems to me not to breathe, to remain rinchisa for life. Help! Yet I feel so much of that strength in chest, like an explosion under the breastbone, just wants to speak but is smothered by a mountain of snow, static and passive.
is not a good feeling.
And then there's all this disappointment, this feeling I get bitter, sometimes I feel I act, to force me to be like I would not, and I say that I do, that everyone must * be * in the world just as it should . With all that implies * be *.
But the problem takes over when you do not want to be * * but when the desire for violent and savage cut the wires that will stop the movement, because it's so tiring to do the puppet, because it is so sad not being able to express yourself, and when you want it only one person, one, you understand, this will never understand what you feel, simply because * you * and you'll never be anything other than what * is *.
This makes me suffer. Point. It 's so simple that it is like a knife stuck in the back by two pennies.
But even if I run, even if I pretend, I know that changing will feel the same emotions I feel now. E 'a sentiment so strong and shiny leaves me without energy, but everything inside me beats to go beyond .... I seem to be in the wrong place, the wrong life. What
discomfort of shit.
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