Today discomfort of living alone. That woman unbalanced the film, Micaela Ramazzotti that gives you a punch in the face early in the morning and that Virzì laughs. The tears, the neighbor who does not greet and drink wine and I can not and I would like but I can not, not really, let's calm down. What they do not respond to messages and I wish I had before to kill him with my hands.
Today I am very sick and I want to take with them all. Today I have reached the limit. Today exasperation.
I would gladly have made peace with the pharmacist, spit in the faces of passers-by way of Etruria, I would stop on the strips to stop the traffic, I called all the mud that I've had to do in recent months, all, one by one, they I wiped out in words, I would have to split the face that keeps me riveted to my professor at home waiting for me to know when I have to support this stronzissimo examination, I would just be drunk, scream, beat everyone, force you to apologize.
Yes, today I'm really bad. And I want to forget all the style of Gondry and start head and walk away, to help people, be important, to feel really important to someone and not be here anymore to feel the paranoia of the people of the city, with pieces of meat lovers dreary and middle-class who have nothing of ancient magic and they do more harm than good. And a kiss not even know what it is and feel pain at all while people are starving and the country goes to pieces. I can not and will not listen and now I just want to see my mother, I would look into her eyes and be near her, hug my father and my brother hear the laughter and joking, talking with them, maybe see a movie together, dine together.
I do not understand anything, and the scent that melts women do not like and that the approach must be romantic, it takes tact, and no one can afford to stoop in this way. You
that people see and not look into his eyes, where to look? Where the hell you looking at? You're not used to looking in his eyes, ugly bastard? I always try
that physical contact with my friends and I do not feel nothing, nothing, no fluid, no heat, nothing. A huge void
mine alone. Exclusively mine. Woe to those who approach. This vacuum is mine alone.
equal to a year ago, when my story was over and I had embraced the boy away Albalonga. Julius was, from the back. I had put her arms around my neck, I almost cried and I could not climb stairs. Then in many I had heard screaming. No, it was different then, a cry made me feel less heavy with a few tonnes. I
these kids the last few years I have loved and hated at the same time. Now I feel like having to throw up all together.
indigestion and it costs a constant coming and going from the toilet. I hunger has passed. The fridge is empty and must remain empty and I want in my life does not come anymore. Intoxication, for anyone who enters the life from the eyes, ears, hands and nose, for anyone who throws in spades in his heart and in return receive dryness pure, that kills you. Fottetevela alone this balanced life.
stay balanced and rational and always be careful. Do not look people in the eye, unless you have a computer before.
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