Female Masterbation Saddles

-... pity that nobody has asked me.

Ok, this is beautiful. I'm really dry, where nothing came to exist. Yes, it's the real world, not the other, not that other yet.

"Insensitive to each fruiscio, every sound, "someone said.

So cold that we sometimes fail to write, I look at this blank page, with this desire." revenge "would be the right word, but it is one that should be placed here, this is more than revenge rather, the destruction. Just as the door slams, the first for nervous, then anger, then just for fun. And no one is more appropriate, because you're not here anymore.

That day was today? Under the program, all to make someone happy, no, not myself. Because I would have been enough even a thank you, true.

I miss him so much, I start to have a hundred things on his head, leaving one after the other, getting closer and closer and hit them all at once, a tangle of stories and feelings, among which I can not unravel, if not writing here. Jana says that I should write in English, maybe yes, the problem is that he can calm down and writing at the speed of light that reaches me each word in English is not the same, even if I should or I could try.

Now go a bit 'better, but just recently, when I see that gap, the center of the building where I live, my head starts to spin, well now that I have at home is the same. It would only revenge, selfishness, but who cares? I'd be happy, if only to convey that feeling of incompleteness, of being wrong, they were not there. When needed. Selfish.

Then there's that one thing holding me back, very small, the responsibility to carry on a family for much longer. I wonder what would happen if this responsibility vanish one day, or if increased. Probably I will be OK in both cases ii, because then there would be a goal, not only would see that gap as a single point of salvation, to which approach to stop the world, to stop myself, to collapse straight down, but without a single tree that blocks the fall, into space.

Ti I write thinking that one day you will read everything, maybe try to understand, certainly not.

I write to you that you are older and mature, that you're still a brat, child inside, I write to you that you have a hammer instead of the heart, it beats, beats and beats, without pause until the night, just write You full of adrenaline, I write how I write the small world left the sidelines, because I know that one day will close the circle, the spiral tear and will finish the game. Of life. It is not scary, is not traumatic, it is not even brave. It's just something that can be done out of revenge, as we said before.

I have to go seriously, true? Because if I remember, I've got to force myself to not only speak in code. So where do I start? He spoke seriously, the morning was just a good start, the blood was still under the influence of yesterday evening, but all right. I searched the internet for a few seconds and are now able to write a little program to start Windows, and even the cam. Impressive, huh? Yes! Oh, once I was much better, you see that you lose a little 'familiarity with programming, when not practicing.

However, it is even better way to work, with the screaming in the early morning, shame really that has not been timely enough to record everything. Devil-man!
Anyways

'for lunch as it always has been, the Japanese girl, all alone, since no calls, no ringing, no one says anything. Maybe it's just a cultural thing, or I'm really too conservative to believe that you should always eat all together: the world is no longer the case, maybe neither is ever been.

I wrote a little 'thesis, I'm happy how things are going slowly but well. The only thing is that I spend a little 'more time without thinking about the thesis. Practically impossible, since no evidence or there, does not seem concerned.

Back home, we can say that I did not know anything about the night-cinema. Returning home, I had long discussions, many beautiful, very few gloomy.

You know when you were invited, but at the same time you have been told that if you could not go, the call went to another? Here, just the same. Beautiful invitation, pretty much stay in the room. When I came out very happy. Count on me ...-

And no, the evening was quiet, a bit 'of photos, a chat, we also went to the store. Dunno, but it was not just the place where I should be.

And so tomorrow, I just do not know if the invitation was forced or not.

begin to close their eyes, who knows what I'll dream, I would like to briefly go back to when we were returning from school and Katia told me "asocial" to force me to stay all together, so that seems strange, but I was just fine. One thing that I did not know then and I know now, being together is a privilege to know the other is. Having someone who understands without you even speaking is a "little dream". They are trained, but not so much. I would like to receive sentences of more explicit, I would also like to go back to that moment when he jumped and touched the sky, like me, who rocked on the swing and I reached that magical world just closing his eyes and looking at the sun. I would like to relive a second time, where everything It was clear in the darkness.