me comes to mind
cecile Roblin which presents her boyfriend.
cecile Roblin is a
Chiattone disgusting and hateful and sloppy
darkissima and I do not know why
has an inordinate success with some touches of young people that I will cry at night. speaks with a drawl that rolls off the fatigue from the throat fat mouth with a hole too small.
anyway tonight, I said, there
cecile Roblin presented to us by her boyfriend.
he caresses her shoulders, smiles, lights up the cigarettes, passing the tips of his fingers through his hair
stratinti ...
go get a drink when I smile and say, pleased, that's cool.
can imagine the pleasure to my
female solidarity ...
change her expression and gurgles "It was cute, but he is not
..."
cold, hard, inescapable, I look down at the bottom of the eyes to see if I understand.
know what I'm thinking about forgiving and with a face and a hole that I look from side to side adds
"... I mean that is not the right one
."
I remain petrified.
trying to hold his gaze with dignity, but she reads my dismay and I said, smiling "... but I can work!"
maybe it's all the fault!
perhaps we should simply stop trying to turn in people who have near the best. maybe we should choose
directly the best people!
sometimes do not you ever tire of being hurt ...
as a teenager in love and only ever a perfect ass is my prerogative. more or less when my logorrhoea chronic and my ability to hold the alcohol as a miner.
I have a hangover fierce, a folder on your desktop with your name on it and a sticker on the agenda. I did not think people go so fast in your life could leave many signs. I
the fierce hangover and lots of friends that I clap their hands on my shoulders, I filled his glass and says to me that you suck as a human being.
god ... I did not think that when people spend so fast in your life could do the same so bad!
I get back to studying. I resume my life where I had (intentionally) let it go. I pull out the knife from its sheath, and return to put between your teeth!
for a moment I tried to find out the soft flesh, to give his side of the blade and, just for a fucking minute, I was ashamed to show weak and frightened. and I was wrong!
right 's
UomoFocaccina : I'm that bad!
and maybe this is the real me ... true that you hurt me with bleak simplicity and devastating rate. the real me loves that first and then, unable to swallow the sadness, hate!
true maybe I need this grief and pain. to feel alive, to feel that something is still beating.
because just collecting my pieces I can realize how I can be a complex and articulated, from the top of my feet 58.
the world wants me tense, determined, aggressive, angry ... so good, and so I will!
are not as jarring as it may seem so confused ... I'm not so vain and ineffectual and alcoholic
futilely toxic as you presume to have understood. do not know who I am, I do not know, I do not want to know, I do not want to give time.
objectively, brother, is a your problem!
I am 23 years old and I have two balls in there that you can open the nuts!
I am 23 years old and have lived folds of human relationships of which you've only smelled.
I'm 23 and I've seen a lot more about yourself and the world, though in the end I did not understand a fuck of your life, at least I learned not to scare me.
and not degrade.
and I learned that being alone is not the solution to a beloved
cock!
the stupidest thing you know, is that the sadness when it ends is just anger.
and maybe we would not upset the existence of each other, but we could do so much.
but you touched me you've chosen to smear and oblivion.
and so be it.
"Defects and tares of the soul are like the wounds of the body:
unimaginable despite efforts made to heal, a scar remains."
Francois La Rochefoucauld