I've never been much of a girlfriend in the good-byes.
I also wrote one of the banality of digital profiles, in the absence of another.
's why I close the phone as if nothing had happened. The alternative is what? Something even more difficult, that fatalism echoing, harmful, burning. Click
ignore it, masking it all with daily practice, is to imagine that you suffer more before they ever. I chase a
myself that I can not find. This
disintegrates anything that is close to my side, in a frantic and furious speed, and I leave behind, in the blind rage of having lost something important. I can be myself, how can you be you, or even nothing.
But the loss remains.
E 'that accumulation weights, taken from everywhere, and discharge them directly on to my life ... involving all my duty and my every pleasure, including unconscious suicide who wanted to enter. I also wrote one of the banality of digital profiles, in the absence of another.
's why I close the phone as if nothing had happened. The alternative is what? Something even more difficult, that fatalism echoing, harmful, burning. Click
ignore it, masking it all with daily practice, is to imagine that you suffer more before they ever. I chase a
myself that I can not find. This
disintegrates anything that is close to my side, in a frantic and furious speed, and I leave behind, in the blind rage of having lost something important. I can be myself, how can you be you, or even nothing.
But the loss remains.
I should warn you before you beat them with my paranoid masochistic applicant merciless solitude.
(Mh. Maybe the cold weather that makes others feel the heat .. though.)
(written taken from my faithful Muji, travel companion)
