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short.
not deny that it hurts, it's hard. I am striving to large, with various consequences.
He 's gone as it should go. There 's been another night, in which Bacchus helped me great, because I was there to confess, but it's worth it. One evening when I laughed like a fool. But the taste, you know you taste? An evening in which a rotten drunk, which would not have given even a penny tells me "do not kiss him, he's cute, but you do not deserve it, not for you." That is a coincidence, it is up to you and says so. And how
not if not it's worth it. See the "signs" that someone else has left, you see those signs are bad, you can see into the heart and cursed you. What do you know that you have before you someone who has other couplings, has other locations. He has different eyes, has no skin, and her hair. Caresses, the smiles, the kisses are not my own. What I feel is lost, is non-returnable container.
to share a bed Another night, another night of thoughts.
hurts.

I just want to take my space, I want to find me, I want to be me, I feel good. And yes

then nothing but Interpol Black Rebel Motorcycle probably. Today

meeting with friend, classmate in high school. What goes, goes. Ie Let's face it. I waste my time with a ventiquatrenne who does not know what to do with his life and gleefully amusement and other grow and marry and go to live with. Yes mine is (healthy) envy.

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It is not easy. It is not easy content and not write anything, do not update anything, do not answer. Not my character. When in fact 'I would like to get out of here, to feel, to know how he is. Make
bitch and not respond to messages is not my forte. Especially knowing the pearl of guy who is, despite itself, the but, God I'm good.

Thus I am at work into account, today and tomorrow. Pub
favorite pub with my friend tonight and perhaps we book for X Factor NY, Hotel.

How I wish ....

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Update dull.

I'm still alive. After a trip to North Europa.Olanda infinite, Belgium, back in England. I do not know how many trains, buses, shuttles, I took it, but it was worth it. A giant show with five pavilions, chill-out area, excellent organization. And so even people `Tamarra as I thought.
Crookers spectacular, to upholding the honor Italian. But really, I already told you how much you love bot? And Phra? Magnetic Man , dubstep wonderful group. Needless to point out how it was practically in the front row. Obvious. I danced like a crazy until 5 o'clock in the morning, until my legs have retto.Tre days almost without sleep, I do not know yet as I travel fatto.Treni endless thoughts and him.
My heart? My heart is . A small pieces. Well two days, two days so `with the object of your thoughts and next thoughts. Dull, melensaggine, but we can. What can I do if there is much cliche `to say that you're crazy to lose your friend that you do not compute? You're worse than a baked apple to someone who does not see you, which you're stuck like a tick, sleeping on your shoulder, caressing and then take a slap. Which would you say that is one of the people who want more, but you can not do. Which you feel inferior, why not you're pretty pussy, but that goes well, you have two degrees, serve some, but not to him. At times almost regret having a fifth and you want to be androgynous, with a first and lean, not South American, because he likes so ``. Wrest? Maybe. Cry in secret, watch him dance, while sleeping on the train and curse me for being in love with a twenty-four who do not know what to do with his life? Too. Confess your mom which in almost thirty years you never said nothing, but nothing nothing, that you love someone? Done. I arrived at this point. To the point that I start crying at once for something that there's no, that `there can never be, I can not explain. Crying, `because I want to take courage in hand and tell him that I seem to be giving so much time, without there being an equality of feeling. That do not demand anything in return, I do it because `I can feel it, but that, in short, it seems to me that I take for granted. It hurts, hurts like hallucinating. Hide all I say that is bad, who treats me badly, we look around and play like teenagers, and he does not see, does not want to see. They see it all and he was not. They see how we are together and as we understand it, but the attraction on his part there is that sense has to play against the windmills? Absolutely nothing. Male honey.
more than forty-eight hours together, imagine the suffering and even joy. 'Cause it makes me feel good, you just see him smile, watching her eyes and for me is everything. I love him a good soul. Enough to send down there that has been "a night with a friend," much to turn a blind eye when taking a free condom "because I can always serve, or do I need." Call it Masochism. Wanting to go ahead regardless. Why does something so great I've never felt for anyone, I've never been so good with `no, 'but never so much as bad as when he tells me that" they are heavy, "who are" abusive " that "his friend". Knew. I knew that every slap, pinch each other are a metaphor, I knew that all eyes contain three thousand thoughts, I knew that every word you keep it for who knows what `. Knew how. Point. `Yes, we are pathetic, however it.

I gave myself a break from Facebook, are already in two days, which for myself is absolutely no link record.Niente status. I have not replied to a message yesterday. Today I also drain the phone and facebook is blocked from work, so everything happens to the bean. Let's see how long it lasts. Detach at all? And all the concerts booked together? Confessing all? For what? Keep everything inside? I have a confusion in the head, unbelievable, I do not understand anything.

I can see him in two weeks. We have a party. In the meantime I started to look for work, because here `just can not do it anymore. I started to see people for coffee, to chat, to resume my social life. Not just him.

I went out for a drink and dinner with the ex of a friend, who is here a month. And you know how you treat a man like this should be. And I'm going to go out with him again, to feel good until the end. Although I love

him. Now I admit, but it is a terrible evil.

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And here I am, on Monday 'at work. From London-good English, I say that is a shocking cold, is gray and has also been raining cats and dogs this morning. A desire to leave their homes to be zero. I lit a cigarette and slipped on her coat, put the Dr. that my Marteens dusted off and brought from home and I ventured into the world. Lipgloss and pencil on the eyes, pink nail polish by Chanel, `because I was all dressed in black, but there was something colorful. Moral strange. Strange after yet another strange weekend.
I only had a day off yesterday. Saturday I worked and after I got angry for having upset the plans I have to exit 8, My Lovely evening of electronic music. `We are now not much more rocknroll, indie, electro, but with so much learned enough tamarri but always chic, which scares me a little.

past weekend. Weekend heavy. Emotionally emotionally heavy. Weekend with turning points. How do you explain to them the feelings that one hidden under pounds of mud, and that 'cold as I do not know what, that you want a good soul? How do you let him know that you are doing wrong, because it seems `to give you for granted while you are that passionate, that would not flourish were made but also a hug, a word? certain things can not be said, can not be imposed, it may not. I'd probably get tired 'and Did I detto.Sono also out with a bottle of white wine in `body Friday, but I was sober. We're bordering on the road of alcoholism, we are in England.

Speeches on the terrace, with a cigarette in his hand. Discourses do not feel wanted, even as a friend. I pretend that I am too, I who am eisgente? `You are, 'because I'm giving so much, I'm hiding Love, and it is very difficult. It is Love, that will be comfortable, that they love, who understands what it's worth. It is painful to know that they are not for him. I have that philosophy, the good values, he is the concrete, doing, ask yourself goals. It 's a conversaizone an hour outside London in fredo, while the music echoes inside. It is the my heart stops beating, as I would like to stop. It is the understanding that I wish there was someone who is not afraid of his feelings, which is exposed, which makes them so, that tells you what he wants is quelllo you think.
It 's the understanding that is not me, who does not see my love, what overflowing, is contained in strength.
Vivo emotions, words, feelings. That's me. The one who believes in the great feelings, but that `thanks to all who met it is always due to think again. Why not here talking about physical appearance, we are talking about feelings. And I'm not one that goes by, so `without leaving a mark. I do not like such things', for one night. I fall in love mode make people, their gestures, 'the way of being. I fall to speak of. And this time, they are cooked, baked by sick, cooked to want to change, to want to be * some * what they are not. Let me hear you say that "I love you 'and' was a small victory. I bring home and put in the drawer. `Why will not change anything, but I have to change. I must demand more of why not have the strength to fight for other people to see what you have the `below, I will not change people. These things are simple, real profonde.Devono born by the person, should not be extracted. Love is not created, Love does not oblige me that they are well into her head. I call true friendship, not taken for granted.

e mail I received recently. I have wonderful people who love me. Who write to me, hold me, I bear. Here you see, you do not love, but you have friends, beautiful, beautiful. What you perceive as miles, some of which are bad, 'cause they would like things to go well. And I sometimes I wonder what I wrong to be lost forever madly for people in this way. Lose your head, lose heart, lose myself. `So blatant, but not for the person for whom I lose emotional / rational shots. Getting far as to say "but you had not you noticed?". And to think that if they notice strangers.

"We are SO good."

I also know that we are SO good.
`I'm all right so to do the shopping. `I'm fine so yet another morning waking up in bed. `I'm so good at dancing in the crowd and then turn around and they know that you are so near us, you are there, whatever happens, even if I defend myself very well by herself,` because I have the little body of a bull imbufalito and stress of a week to expel. I'm fine when I put my favorite song and I unleashed like a mad woman. I'm fine when I say shoot me ... a little. I'm fine when I leave with my mind and saw you listen anyway. I'm good when I see you dancing and sometimes I think that when I was in high school or college 'I would never exit with a `well, seriously and not as a matter of feeling superior. I'm fine when we lose 4 am in North London, Primrose Hill and drags you in, even when you say "It is not dangerous." But it is' perhaps, but with my best friend, who may happen to me?
I'm fine, and the rest say Onon counts.

we are friends, but how do you hide your love?
I look damn fucking pathetic and I know I am. But I'm feeling. I want to hide. I want to be a bitch, uncaring, non-sensitive. Those who go home with someone who does not even know. They're good, that make girls easy and comfortable. But perhaps not.
I loved the idea. Or that.
The problem 'has always been that I first fell in love, I lost, preserved giant.
This time is awfully different. It's hard. A fight with myself, to deny, not to shine through. And the other part does not help me. Why Laços seems more simple, more natural way and does not see that mae me. I hope that one day ends, that if you take away someone, a smart and beautiful, that it does feel good, and I am the friend who jumps out from time to time for a concert. I have come to expect this.

makes absolutely no sense to make a "joke" and then again in August as a scene, to explain my feelings, feeling rejected, not up and start the tour rearrangement again, I do not know if it's worth . I do not know, now do not even believe it.

I have to start seeing other people, to cut out my space. A forgotten gestures that actually 'does not mean anything.
I can not fight against windmills, I can not fight for those who do not want to do it.

`Maybe someone will come who will do` the right way. What `pull out that wonderful person. What to watch for hours while sleeping. The lovely girl that stroking for hours, `why do you think, meat is meat, but I would not like what he` knows, maybe the sense of recognition is what I want, let's put it that way.
I exposed my heart, I left out the rest, my fault. E 'roa to start looking for work. It is now.
E 'to be conscious of myself, my possibility '.
's time to hide your love, in the mud, under tons of mud. Or at least try.


And try to forget how it makes me feel good. And you know how 'nice to take a pillow in her room, to see those two eyes, hear his voice, it ballare.Di watch her beautiful smile and say "It 's enough." To take him by the hand and volegli hand warmer when the cold does not see inside me, I do not see ....

It's time to stop loving Na `, this time seriously.

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as if I had realized at last, somebody will say `that's not for me. as if.
comes the moment of truth, when you realize that some effort to meet you do not.
does not want you, you are not in his thoughts, Na `, the truth is this. You do not need letters, thoughts, gifts, efforts, four hours of sleep. I want a story that does not exist, at least for me. I want the moon, the moon utopian dream of a fragmentation of the inane thoughts and desires, outside the conceivable. Why can not I deserve it, I've been waiting years now and I stopped.
"You're more a good girl." True, I've changed, I suffered a lot in these months. I deserve love, the one with a capital. What my colleague said even deserve. Deserve a man and not a little boy. deserve to talk to a crap, but even Shakespeare. one with a level. One for which I would do anything and enjoy it. I do not do things in exchange for something, even in friendship, but again, once again, I would have messed, you made a mistake.
When I said it all when everyone said, `Na you're doing? To what, for whom, why. I was losing friends, friends, people. For a man, a person who made me, that makes me feel good, but when there's more to give ... laziness inertia, fatigue. I want one with the balls. A strong, smart, not half a sock. One
to keep me head.
I do not know if there do not know.
But this disappointment, again, how much it hurts.

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messy phantasmagoric adventures.

Here I am again. What
novelty.
to work after a day of rest after three years and a meeting with some friends (Australian and English) of Erasmus. Meeting that brought memories and emotions, which are always there but it `In short, a bit of species does. It makes you realize how much I miss you and the Erasmus university life, how it was all different, messed up in its own way, but in short, intense and beautiful. Not to pay the bill, electricity and gas, the meter, the trouble with the work, all the customers in short jerks. Bello.

Next week will be 'very intense. I have a gig almost every night and work in the morning from 7 to 4.Siamo inexplicably still "fully booked" and no one capacity, also weekdays. Anyway I was saying, concerts. A TUESDAY, African music, which I won the tickets. For those not conoscessse me, I make any contest, any contest (except lottery and maybe I could do that well change your life). And most often, always win. Most of the time are concert tickets. And I tell you to do. Tuesday, this indicator. Wednesdays LCD Soundsystem and Hot Chip, in a secluded venue in the North East London. Friday evening `Foals and Crystal Fighters, which I love. Friday night, `I'm leaving for Belgium I Love Techno. That I leave for Holland and then go to Maastricht and then to Ghent. Splash infinite. Four hours away by train, flight at 6 am, if you lose airport.Quindi night in my tracks you know why. I have no information "absolutely" mine. Why else give mad. Already the name "I love techno". That is, let's talk. There comes to mind a bunch of tangled dancing in levels of "noise" hallucinating. So imagine, my mom keeps saying, that "I'm fifteen years," after what he heard that happened to the Love Parade is, `Who knows what might think. `So much so, that in my youth I was much more 'hip-hop-pettinat went very very posh Parioli-what-you-wish-I-I Love Techno. That in reality 'should be called "I love electronica." Since there are Crookers, Underworld, Bloody Beetroots, Magnetic Man And Techno zero. But these are details. Well I am a little scared I would have also, despite having turned the stadium for years. We'll see. Do not miss are good at lying, so `I'll get lost for two days and hope that my not worry too much.
Then I'll go with "my best friend, who knew that my and my" friend Roman. " Ok, pounds and pounds and pounds and pounds of patience. Really.

ie. My becoming an existential problem. And that someone is worthy to comment, because I'm losing my mind take me seriously. I have a great friend, a friend who I love madly, to which I said that I like but 'and' everything is not for me. " In August, when he was with a girl. To which I want a good soul. With that step all weekend. With whom I sleep all weekend, and nothing happens. Nothing, nothing. Oh dear I seem invisible. But it is invisible. I'm not Naomi Campbell, but in short, my self-esteem is not zero, but less than a thousand. I know it seems a problem with that is, girls. But we signed the head is loosing seriously indeed. What I do is that I am by anyone. That as far as London is great .. if I sleep with you there's a reason '. What if I order a mask from America, there is a reason. If I'm cercanod to become the best possible reason there `. If I write a note saying something that I did not tell anyone. One reason there. Santa patience. But these men? I do not look upon me is that I jump on that one, but one who understands. Not that a BHO, I leave them ' in the balance, do not send me away, but I know, I know that I want, which is not enough, not 1.70, skinny, androgynous and ethereal.
Pero `.. but however, is, will have to finish Somehow. I have a friend who tells me to quit the holy, the one that tells me leave it, to stop being the victim, the "trovatene another."
Meanwhile ...

"that will confusioneeeeeee 'percheeeeee''.....


Delirium.