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 ...
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