well ...
to say ... wrote not long ago .. you have not felt this urge to capture the juicy things happen to me and I think I only spend geocentrically me .. I can say .. for something this blog began as an idea that my life and lived or thought things that were pure juices that went to people like me or just felt Distorted minds like mine .. and what I will tell you is a reflection of that: juicy as can be a person .. in this case: the idiot girl here today.
a couple of weeks ... my life again the door golpiando strong a person who for reasons of life .. was lost on the way ... a person which kept the most beautiful childhood memories of joys that keep one in the heart .. idealize that past as nostalgic for the years that they will not ... those that lie with the beautiful, with stretched and to experiences that do not grow although some do attempt to prevent this infamous ... but time is relentless in us ... and will until the day you say "ta-ta" and outlined the last gasp ...
when he returned, he did that confession .. the same to save me, I put in the trunk of memories, and when it was only necessary to use it remembered with affection you have .. love. child's love is but lisillamanete .. pure. Full sincere honest .. also full of doubts and questions that if you're lucky only be answered .. in my case and never had the answers to my questions .. Kiza because I'm very inquisitive and life beat me up for not letting me wonder .. when he's confession came to me .. my heart skipped a vote to the sky and fell back .... and the revote is a feeling I had let your guard in that trunk ... and the girl began to dream ...
girl who speaks the same but because of the narrative like to talk in 3rd person ... fucking bad habit more than a headache brought him to these last two weeks ... good retum. I let this girl into your routine, in thought and in heart the emotions of yesterday ... And guess what my dear stupidity that made ... confused yesterday with today ... GROSOOOO error! today that yesterday never was ... but the girl is half his weas susceptible pa ... have low self esteem, and if we add an imagination and a unique way of showing movies in his head ... the combination of all this can not but be less painful ...
rolls was passed .. illusion because not only is she invented situations in your mind .. but the dear friend gave him words in mandarin .. a language she did not know but it sounded nice in your ears ... and pufff .... was hooked.
when the girl realized where I was stuck until feet in this pool ... wanted to go .. and found nothing better than using the truth ... thought "with your truths will be free" and opened his mouth and let out all that kept her heart and let it feed more of these false illusions judas ... not because the words were lies .. but because they were only in the language that she did not know but did not know they meant well ...
then what happened? wonder blogger friend friend ... The girl opened her mouth .. and with it closed all the doors of any show of affection that could receive the visitor ... and that the visitor was from a land stuck flag with harder cement .... and when the girl opened her mouth remained in the total nudity but you can imagine you ... that the soul ... when you say all this without measuring if tomorrow you do not have to pick up a piece with the darts of words wrecking your step ...
girl now lost to this person .. the "scared" of course, if I'm putting myself in the shoes of the estimate and would have run if in a couple of weeks I say "there is like I gustai q and q is wea is wrong but I feel it and help me porfa weas not feel these "
I understand .. I take the blame because I did not learn that sometimes we need to know when streets .... but no. the girl does not learn. and well .. I guess when you should pick the shit how good he was ... and save it for when this happens morning to open the book .. see the underlined phrase and say "this is not done mija"
not only lost him as a friend ... I lost as a company and the gateway to the world different and far away that I wanted to know .. the one where you can be and breathe and feel at ease ... although today .. at this time I only see pieces of crap that was left in the ground ... I keep thinking that things can feel them when you say them ... you can always write when one puts that desire and love ... kize and I never screw up ... I just Unsharp .. and will not be the first .. and will not be the last ... I still have felt the peace of heart beat ... always beats me .. very quickly and I know that in time and wane .. one can learn a lot in theory .. but as the saying
"we must be where the potatoes burn"
and I got burned .... I hope the fire
pass ......
