Friendship Pokemon Bracelet

Homeless

What can I say?

Not really one of the most beautiful days!

inspiration from poetry now is wavering , too many feelings to explode Singapore, or at least the skyscraper that is home to me (possibly with me out!).

The alarm clock in the morning, milk and cereals to start your day "charge" had already been delayed and run, run to work to not end up being punished with two buckets of water on hand for the rest of day. What a beautiful memory. Princess.

Not at all. I was not in a hurry, late for anything, just a little scared, silence does more harm as it once was. Runs and grabs him, smile and raise almost as though walking was normal.

I would not have a wall, invisible. And there is something holding back, eyes do not lie, even the heartbeat. Boh, is not it so nice cross once again the dark forest to get to know the inner world of a new person.

I could not take it.

I want it in the past, maybe they want more. But being here a month yet, why should I force myself? I do not want.

not want to feel again with that empty feeling that you take when you feel the remoteness of those who would like to close, not stand now. To try this more the differences, not similarities. I try to get away, rather than being good, I appear aloof and invisible.

Just as my mind.

know that the work that environment is not varied, nor the place of family gathering that thought? No family meals, no waiting, no questions. How it goes, goes.

I missing that share everything, that continuous circle.

Growing up is a little 'how to accept that the world can not know everything about you, do not know your past, or want to know. Each of those around us goes to a bite, two, maybe with someone you share a more, but everything remains seemingly, without a real connection.

I'm not used to it. But I . By doing a bit 'apathetic, I'm getting used to.

I would like you to come, But That is not gonna happen.

Should You Wax Before Or After Shaving

Parable almost to the point of minimum

and begin a new adventure since 13/09/2008.

None of that, only a 12-hour trip through one quarter of the globe, to Singapore.

know, should be a new world. In a way it is.

But wherever you are, there is always a small bag that you can not to leave home, set sail with you, just a minute after landing your plane and takes you step by step.

is my luggage, that label with "mega-" affibiatami, once again, after only two days (1).

Even I did something. Wrong.

Yeah, that's the point, do not do anything wrong, because there's that small cobra which flows in the veins, small as it is unknown. And rightly remain so, it explodes, it does not start again to bite as he usually did in a past that I forgot.

was said? Right, the parabola. At what point are they? The euphoria from Erasmus is gone before you even rise a little ' of calm, a bit 'of fancazzismo working hard to understand how both work in government, a bit' of ... that little baggage that I carry around.

not have the minimum point, the soul still rocking. Up and down.

But who I found here is not who should be, they speak, think and move. And day after day I tell myself that I must stay out of their head. Funny little head.

I must not make the same mistake, I leave my luggage in the room, but my intuition when I go out with me. I try and call me. Shuts the door in his face, but he comes back.

So close my eyes, a bit 'scared, a bit' fierce, perhaps just curious to integrate them, maybe just afraid of the little prince. So that baggage blooms again, and I feel it invades the veins and hands, body and mind. It all comes back shiny, not as clear as it should be, because we were told to stay away from this steady state.

once again grappling with that distant voice, that voice that translates thoughts into feelings, that voice that comes back every time and dominating me access and know what should remain hidden. Why?

I'm a nice guy. Then, because it uses this power? It is certainly not to my advantage, it is certainly not a good end, for sure.

Are two - (1) and (2) - fixed their eyes and learn anything the first day.

But then there's the second and the third and go on.

And if I still have not learned everything, close enough.

(2) You're just like me. You are me. Are you? No, I was you. Not anymore, because they are changed again.

A bit 'like looking in a mirror, a little' how to revive the evolution of David, again and again. I would not see. I would not remember that time busy, I can not remember how far back it was made.

not yet reached its lowest point, and that moment will come but I hope to be alone, I hope it passes sooner than you think. It will be swept. But I do not believe, I believe will last a long, drawn day by day, until the return.

And nothing will remain of the adventure, if not its end. On 13/11/2008.