I believe in me
Depression is in my mind, I'm on the verge of death. It's hard for me to step forward, if every time I try going back further term. at this point I lost all hope of leaving forward. I want to sleep, but I force myself to stay awake, the reason is unknown. Please, I must believe in me. I need faith in something, someone. My friends believe in me, but I did not help me do it. I want to be happy, I need it. If I have to be thanks to banalities like beauty or physical attractiveness, as the trash is a treasure of other also applies to the being of man.
Every thought, every feeling, will directed toward what I want to have and makes me feel or sorrow. This attitude does not lead me to nowhere. We leave it all out atrásy forward. For anyone else that for me. If I did not act immediately,
nobody will. Was over, the time has come. I know I'll fall or lose balance on the road, but never mind, move on. Only I will enjoy my last moments be forgotten. My recent silence. Feel that cold there in my heart for the final time and will avoid that flame coming out of my head I burn all my dreams.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
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Does anyone know the difference between sex, love and obsession?
You came to me, offered me something I never thought. It was a moment of pain and fear. At first it seemed to get away, I could not bear maas suffering. But in the end I realized I wanted to be with you, need you, but ... did not want you, do not appreciate. Even were a friend for me, be with them comforted me more than to be with you. Laugh, mourn, speak, smile, are activities that seem not Entença. You refuse my invitations to the movies, coffee, bar, but you say will be with me. At one point when I could not Masy shouted, spat in your face all the stress and pressure that was in my head. I merged into my home. Food was my friend and songs of Celine Dion the perfect companion. I began to wonder, but doubt you thought of me. I exploded and I lost the reason to send a signal, that is what I felt what was happening. Thought you wanted more, what you had, but only discovered that the concept of love is different for both. Our dreams and goals are different but our souls seemed to want to be together. What I can give? You are allergic to romance, you hate chocolate and act in a miserable way. I ask you to treat me with respect and in return get only sarcasm and irony, hurtful. So passed the discusióny forgive me so fast, you turn the page, as if just want to come straight to you, ready at your feet. What happens? Me? With you? A Sometimes I even stop to think that I do the right thing, but when I caught. We're just sex. You make me feel a real man, sensual. Move across your body, again and again. While your curves and aroma of women succumb to me. You melt my words as I surrender to you and I feel a great pleasure and excitement so great that I can hear as I want. But still cross my mind ideas that will not leave me in peace. It is not what I want, not what I want. You end up exhausted. I fall at your side and listen as you want to stay curled. You say a number of other phrases in the situations I find it best ever I found out. Still hurting, hurting ... wishing me. I feel good about yourself, you increase my autestima and reinforce my masculinity, at least I think so. Then I look in the mirror and see it, I look at you and see a game, which seems to be the big winner. I'm leaving, preguntádome if I want to see you, while you rejoice with joy inside. The next day I miss you, I call. Sleep, as usual, dreaming, escaping reality. But I'm still here. Do not answer my messages. You do not care. It makes me sad So I turn to scorn. There should be careful ... I know to return repentant cry again and we will look ... sunk into silence. Vendrása me, I'll talk your ear and volverása be lighter than air. Our two bodies will be the same skin. Maybe I like you, make me forget who I am.
I hope to get away from you, but that will not happen while "I" is present.
You came to me, offered me something I never thought. It was a moment of pain and fear. At first it seemed to get away, I could not bear maas suffering. But in the end I realized I wanted to be with you, need you, but ... did not want you, do not appreciate. Even were a friend for me, be with them comforted me more than to be with you. Laugh, mourn, speak, smile, are activities that seem not Entença. You refuse my invitations to the movies, coffee, bar, but you say will be with me. At one point when I could not Masy shouted, spat in your face all the stress and pressure that was in my head. I merged into my home. Food was my friend and songs of Celine Dion the perfect companion. I began to wonder, but doubt you thought of me. I exploded and I lost the reason to send a signal, that is what I felt what was happening. Thought you wanted more, what you had, but only discovered that the concept of love is different for both. Our dreams and goals are different but our souls seemed to want to be together. What I can give? You are allergic to romance, you hate chocolate and act in a miserable way. I ask you to treat me with respect and in return get only sarcasm and irony, hurtful. So passed the discusióny forgive me so fast, you turn the page, as if just want to come straight to you, ready at your feet. What happens? Me? With you? A Sometimes I even stop to think that I do the right thing, but when I caught. We're just sex. You make me feel a real man, sensual. Move across your body, again and again. While your curves and aroma of women succumb to me. You melt my words as I surrender to you and I feel a great pleasure and excitement so great that I can hear as I want. But still cross my mind ideas that will not leave me in peace. It is not what I want, not what I want. You end up exhausted. I fall at your side and listen as you want to stay curled. You say a number of other phrases in the situations I find it best ever I found out. Still hurting, hurting ... wishing me. I feel good about yourself, you increase my autestima and reinforce my masculinity, at least I think so. Then I look in the mirror and see it, I look at you and see a game, which seems to be the big winner. I'm leaving, preguntádome if I want to see you, while you rejoice with joy inside. The next day I miss you, I call. Sleep, as usual, dreaming, escaping reality. But I'm still here. Do not answer my messages. You do not care. It makes me sad So I turn to scorn. There should be careful ... I know to return repentant cry again and we will look ... sunk into silence. Vendrása me, I'll talk your ear and volverása be lighter than air. Our two bodies will be the same skin. Maybe I like you, make me forget who I am.
I hope to get away from you, but that will not happen while "I" is present.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
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"Daily Life?
The very life of every day does not seem to be exactly the same for everyone. The Starbucks coffee is a luxury for the few
while for others is normal and routine. The urge to write that I have at this time are not derived from a great power, but the leisure
flowing around me before I start studying for the legal system. Get up, do some biking (30
minutes daily of course), take the bus to school and breakfast bar, Slim-Fast as time passes and get Gaby
to make the guide as statistical ... mmm well, not anything like the others. Not even my normal days. At present
chat with Rosa, I have hunger, although the Chinese have gone Will it be the diet?. I have dream even when I slept 8 hours
very enjoyable and the worst is that I was born to study, with the certainty that I regret it tomorrow but knowing me
macheteare everything I can from now until the two average morning and afternoon. ! I buffett! I do so much. I reread what
written simply sucks. ... In the end ... and I'll consider whatever.
The very life of every day does not seem to be exactly the same for everyone. The Starbucks coffee is a luxury for the few
while for others is normal and routine. The urge to write that I have at this time are not derived from a great power, but the leisure
flowing around me before I start studying for the legal system. Get up, do some biking (30
minutes daily of course), take the bus to school and breakfast bar, Slim-Fast as time passes and get Gaby
to make the guide as statistical ... mmm well, not anything like the others. Not even my normal days. At present
chat with Rosa, I have hunger, although the Chinese have gone Will it be the diet?. I have dream even when I slept 8 hours
very enjoyable and the worst is that I was born to study, with the certainty that I regret it tomorrow but knowing me
macheteare everything I can from now until the two average morning and afternoon. ! I buffett! I do so much. I reread what
written simply sucks. ... In the end ... and I'll consider whatever.
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