and that's fine ... I'm a bugiarda.Ultimamente I continued to write and say stupid things at stupid things ... the fact is sometimes used to convince car ... But no No, not so va.E I realized last night, and today I am fully aware sa.Ora it ... A person with a more tempered in my mind, like a tree with strong roots, not be bent by rain, snow, wind ... but neither do I on my nerves lately, I do anger, because I can not say what I think and the few things I say are quickly silenced by a "And I thought, who the hell you're stupid !"... And I am silent then, my head is bene.Ma ferma.Ed not get to a final point: I was born maybe wrong, I admit, but the more I grow and the more I realize that I am the only one who really know me ... I'm tired of making others understand what they are, or be stupid just because I love the jokes are rather less dramatic than pity people who even then you are ascolta.Oggi was good after I do not know how long, and I was with my parents ... yeah right A show them ... because I got up with the fog, the white haze and smoky, but take the highway, past Serravalle, the sun appeared dissolving the clouds and leaving a clear blue sky incredibly .. We spent a beautiful day at the beach and after lunch we got on a bench in the sun on the beach ... A warm sun, the winter, which has warmed the weary bones of the freezing cold and softened the hearts of a sudden ... I got up, I took two steps on the pier: There was a lot of people, families, couples, children ... even the first daring to surf (brrr. ...) and I walked among them, absorbed in the coat and again with the scarf around your neck ... It was I there among them, voices, screams, many bla-bla, and the waves ... then this is the Father " wait, where are you going alone?" ... Here I realized: I do not try this ... no one here ever says "wait" or "I'll go with you" ... Maybe I trimmed a ah go there? Then tomorrow "Shit ... that sucks! Dover always answerable to all: on the one hand there are those who are angry because you are away, there's always hope to find you in a good mood ... I of course look down and see only my shoes ... never a time there was a smiling little face popped out from nowhere ... A Quarrata is fog, it is terrible, back to 6 from the sea and not see anything ... it's incredible, it seems if a Film.com clouds dark had descended low rates covering all light, all signs of life ... get to the daily overwhelming that for some time makes me want to run away ... even the sea would be enough ... In the mist, even the glasses are enough for me ... I have to go groping ... I prefer the sunlight, which also warms my ...
Let's face it: to be there when you need are all good (even the worst pillow or towel dry the tears ...)... Who really matters to you is always there to cheer, to exult, just as there are problems: knows that after the plant is never peaceful, and the worst is just what ... If you stay only after the mourning is tremendous: you are now on so confused that you do not even realize, is that after you look at the empty place inside you, and there you need a help ... I do not find it here: singing yelling stuff anguished by Tiziano Ferro makes me cry, do not laugh ; stand for hours listening to phone calls with the boyfriend, to hear stories about every little fucked up life as a couple, or to compete over who has the most gifted man leads me to perhaps open the door and throw me on the highway! And thing is that I am also asked why I'm quiet ... but fuck it takes? Yeah ... the better it is when you try because they need: to spend hours to give the best advice is (those of a true friend! ), putting aside the study and every problem .. and then that if fuck it, even says he hates to be pitied!
E 'the beginning of the end, I only know what ...
Meanwhile time passes, and waits for something more ... but it does not bear anything but we'll do ... time sheet only day one after the other .... at least we have left to say (and hope) "Tomorrow is another day ..."
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