or I'm comfortable, want to leave something here ...
I seem to be another of those Lobos Steppe of q I have read, lonely, bored, silent, may be another of those q q can not enjoy today's entertainment, q can not be sublimated to the countryside, reading day or days ... I lost my spiritual path, I put aside, consciously ignored, for it where I want to go, but I have no desire to do so ...
I am full of anger, depronto is momentary, depronto is simply a new explosion of my damn self to the place pequeneses who have experienced these frustrations ... absurd innecesiaras tears ...
unable to communicate, I realized how boring I can be, a youngsilent, tell jokes or stories q q mourn, just watch, and although I can comment, I am ignorant, and I prefer to be silent ... I do not understand how they can be fun, not to speak of q always locked in my head and my boredom ...
Agh, it's so absurd q until the cigarette is winning me this opportunity, I tried to save, but the q've done is waste my money on this poison, so I can let q, q are not dependent on him, but not I ... q garbage
Suddenly it need help, I have no depronto inflated ego so as not to know q at the moment I'm not really bn, that's a small consolation ... I'm not writing here alluding to a suicide letter or something, I'm not depressed to surrender to the decay, but I'm not q
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