Sunday, May 28, 2006

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When you feel alone ... it hurts bad inside ...

Mood: aa rrrrrrrr 2 / 10 (in search of their land before ... if it exists ...) It is a wonderful time in my life, I think I all past, do you think I was so convinced that all evil would be done with high school now that I was sure not to suffer more ... "I expect the inuversità!" I said, "write the book I have in mind" and "I'll go to Japan !!!!!!!"; those were my expectations finish high school and begin the happy moment of my life, after ten years of crap, in solitude, now started the free ride. I was almost convinced after that nothing would be more Romics went wrong, no loneliness, many friends, school, my book is published ... and Japan.
After almost a year ago hurt to think that I'm back to cry, it hurts to know that Japan is further away, it hurts to know that I'm alone in front of a computer.
be easy for you to say "at Azu, we are with you," but you're not here, you are only tangible fairs, or when I meet you, the rest of the time, I'm alone. I am alone, surrounded by Comics & Gashapon, but I'm alone, I have no friends here with whom on Saturday night I go to a movie, I do not go out on Friday, I spend my Sundays at the lake. I'm here alone, tired and bored, I'd love to make new cosplay but I have not the strength to get me the patterns ... I'm tired, so tired. I would like to stay but I can not do even that, at least when I went to school I could study, read books I do not have the strength to read.
I'm tired ...
I'm tired, I can not find the strength to do what I want ... I'm tired
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Sunday, May 14, 2006

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A night of shit ... Fucking bitch, SLUT * TRO A! !!!!!!!!!!!! The tale

Mood: I can not express ...

Yesterday afternoon, my cousin died, cerebral aneurysm ... 35 years old, married, two children (7 and 4 years), bitch, bitch to! How do you imagine the scene ... after dinner (annual spit in my house) I can only describe the silence when the phone rings, then at 1:30 am (now was already dead and receiving much back home) if they leave the past friends of my sister ... It conjures up images of my uncles house in the countryside, it starts to rain ... Nasty bitch ...
There is nothing to do ... everything is slower ... the tears, the tears ... a white rose ... Fucking bitch ...