Happy birthday to me. And as I said H, what are we celebrating? "We spent a year of life or what? And I said "one year less for an end this hell and spend the other." She liked it. And she liked me. And do not even understand how hard it is to be somebody. Why should we be "something"? Why we love to hurt others? Especially those we love. Ala. Why we must win the stinking money? I'm still immature, I have veintiún years and I'm scared to death. The easy way is no longer an option. Even that scares me. Nothing. Vacuum. Routine. The line. Nonono. I want a sine function. Yes That.
I've been walking, I do not talk much these days. These days I've been thinking a lot about the things I forgot to do
and all those times I had the chance.
I do not talk the talk, and not much these days I bet.
In these days I've been thinking about how the changes came into my life and I preg
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