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19 things completely random and depressing to know about me. But no.

1. They are the things I love and obsessive compulsive in everything else.

2. Constantly ask excuse for everything. Even the most insignificant.

3. If you do not apologize, it's because I feel too guilty.

4. Not hardly greet people on the street.

5. I have a whim to disturb any form of life with my life. Ergo, [point 4].

6. I might one day make me a tattoo on his forehead "I've Been There."

7. I hate deep bureaucracy. But on certain days I like standing in line.

8. I love taking the train.

9. Writing is the only reason I get out of bed.

10. During periods when I do not write, for lack of inspiration or time, are intractable and depressed.

11. In fact, I * always * depressed.

12. I do not see my father for eight years.

13. I have confidence in myself that could have crushed an insect on the windscreen of a motor.

14. I'm too lazy to do even the things that I love.

15. I have some cyclical crises violent and frightening that I suck out of this world.

16. Since I started letters, I almost stopped reading books.

17. Even as a child, I was convinced I would die of nervous exhaustion within 40 years.

18. As a child I was afraid of the crocodile from Peter Pan.

19. As a child I was an idiot. But they are not improved.

Walimainvitation Greetings

The bell jar.

'm not dead, if someone is asking.
'm not dead, but I put under the glass.
I can not say from what I'm protecting.
Perhaps only by yet, stupid failure of my life.
further proof that they are not sufficient. That are not good enough, smart or prepared.
The prospect of yet another empty.
So here.
I know some are waiting for me. Wait
comments and reviews I've promised, and I do not know when they arrive.
coming, and I'm sorry.
Especially for you, bufr . They will come, I promise.
You saw me head down and shut in the glass case so many times. You know then they go out.
Sooner or later.
And you, my little one, sammael_belial .
I love you and I'm sorry. Many times I thought I'd send you a mail. Every time I tell myself that the mandate would not I'm going to go, and every time you do not send her, and every time, however, did not return. So here. I adore you forever. \u0026lt;333
And no, I'm not dead.
But sometimes need to protect themselves.
also and above all by themselves.

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Little Fox.

In fact I have nothing to say.
Sometimes things if they are holed up in the fractures of you, and get them out seems impossible. That is those pretty ugly ones. And, boh. It will be the nostalgia already too strong, or concern. It will be the anxiety of the exam. It will be the feeling of leaving too many things-awareness, to the truth. It does not have the mental strength to deal with None. Maybe because they are always the same, I will.
But I'm tired. And there were very few positive notes from Friday morning when I came back.
I want a share. So, why I want to.

I found this photo last night, and I can not stop looking. Because here the model of my Chris is a natural and beautiful, with that nose a little sleepy and fever, and a little sensual, and somewhat innocent, and some other things. I turn in my head, tied to the character. And Chris has * exactly * this' expression, I would say very often. It 's so, my foxy. And I love him.
I love this picture because it reminds me of Chris and how he should be back.
Sooner or later. Now the result of OT is more or less killing me. OA is a continuous pain.
And perhaps rightly so.