Macdopapular Treatment

learn and grow ....

09.00.Lunedì 14 luglio.La francese.E revolution 'true, given the French Revolution apt ... then ... my day does not go down in history, but I remember the same. Not .. I know how it happened, but tonight something has changed in me this morning and I feel strangely relieved ... ...
Last night I've got speech (see previous post ...), I even begged him to listen to me miserably, ridiculing all of myself and all my beginning ... do not tell the details, just the memory makes me regret what I did ... and yet another would only mention the satisfaction that certainly does not deserve ... But there is one person whose job it is instead more of a "thank you" more than a kiss ... friend who without his knowledge saved me ...
I was there in the car, silently beside her, sobbing every time she spoke to me ... and ... are the things that you say in these cases perhaps, but it's so good that somebody tells you at the right time, without blame or say "it was better" just trying to remedy the trouble when you hunted alone, with the same love that even yourself would you feel to you ... as long as you're talking to her, to feel like an idiot in front of her, when you realize that, ultimately, is how to do it in front of a mirror. .. because that person knows more about you than you thought ... or maybe both are the same as we know, but she has the courage to pull out ...
Now it's weird ... I'm not wrong, I am not angry, I'm not down ... I can still sleep with a cup of coffee in milk hand ... it's weird because ... I feel free ... I do not know what, but I feel free ... In my mind there is nothing, but the fever seems to have taken pity on me ... I just wanted to write ... ... "if I am 's black humor then I write? "No, no, that black humor! E 'white, pure, nothing is taken ... I want to give me a new face, without shame to rediscover everything that made me feel good. .. FINALLY ... I got it bad, just a beast ... and now, clearly, I am here to ask why ... what have I lost? Putting together ... I can not answer by saying nothing ... Nothing offends me because it's who I made the food collection and help the Vecchini with a red cross, because I want to escape to Africa after graduation, because I like traveling, cooking and planting flowers everywhere despise my films, my music and my poetry, laughs in flowers of my shirts, the shoes were bought for a white cock to Ibiza, the my car, and he who puts me in a drink with friends and a lot of mortar, and he who does not realize that the sun has bleached my hair and face filled with freckles, who does not understand that I just wanted to feel loved, appreciated, valued, venerated dick for what they are and dream to become ...
I swear I never felt so stupid as last night, I realized that all this time I did nothing but give myself to bury my dreams and my values for someone who does not deserve a damn thing, certainly not the Purple ... and tears ... "no one deserves, and who deserves them will not make you cry" ... is the phrase Marquez I love the man I love ... ... because it seems at times to talk and understand a woman like no other ...
From today I start a revolution : existence is so short to be wasted on lies and bullshit ... if someone wants a little of my time, my passion, my love now to deserve it, seriously. .. as does the Gaia ... without her I would not be here writing, but continues to cry on ... without her I would not have the strength to stand, to laugh, to dream and hope. I know .. she believes in me ... and this is enough for me ... to live again ...