I know that if you change empezaríaa appeal to people, but ... no ... I ... I can not think:
"If you do not like the way I am, to fuck" But that does not not even true, because I fuck me.
The desk is in a quiet, making silly cartoons, looking lost, is none other than this stupid you are writing.
Why? Tell me. He had found a site that belonged, Which was accepted. Where my drawings made sense, where my oddity was well received, where my stories were jewels. Why am I forced to go? Why I had to give up all that before I realized all its worth? Why am I such an asshole? "I always will be the same? "I'll never get to be happy?
And now, though I have returned those feelings no longer exist, are only able to go on living because I and only I remember. You go. The sad-eyed girl hates me. The white coat girl has forgotten me and my best friend possibly ...
Everything is crap, everything is destroyed, nothing can be rebuilt.
What the fuck ...
after all ... Nothing will ever be ... as soon
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PD: No hope someone understands this, but I wanted to put it. After all does not fit here and my grandma, so ...
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