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Increasingly empty, weighs less than the daily bag of bones and meat that is called "Bill." I went into a loop from which there seems no escape ... I keep thinking of doing the same jobs in the same girl with the same discouragement from a year ago. Has anything changed? Yes Now I have my father to help me or understand me and comfort me by telling that every day was more depressed. It was impossible that he might deliver assignments on time, was impossible to go back to see you smile, and maybe that smile also led her, as a part of me that particularor that night.
Back to mourn, to fall back. Back to fear the shadows and return to defraud the mine. Always all the same, always the same fucking loop. Seeking other lips and is the same woman. Seeking new faces and all I feel are imperfect copies of it. And what hurts most is seeing that as much as you think, nothing will change, that no matter how much we try or miss, everything is not coming back and, unfortunately (and I know it pure selfishness) it goes well with that who stole my site.
February 22 that I did not know it would change my life. If I had known it was going to sink me for so long, it would hurt so much, I would have ascar for life that never cease to bleed ... May not have done. I won a lot, but I'm losing twice. I've lost hope, a smile and a course (in that order), and today nothing remains of what I had.

Memories ... These
always remain.
But memories are just pins with which this self-destructive brain is torturing me day and night.

not find solution.
There is no solution.
So ... What do I do?

I can not help what I am, what I was.
I can not because if I am what I am is because I was what I was.
But the case is qia and a patience that never reached fruition. A boat that was determined to turn the world into a plane. I still have insomnia, I'm tired and I'm still in deep water not knowing organized. I still feel like doing anything because nothing fills, because everything I need one that I have no energy.
People tell me to leave, which is not good to think so much that if I am so because I do not work out well where I am. Do you really think that I do nothing? Do you really believe I'm here for pleasure? If today does not attempt to climb it because yesterday and let me nails and ankles in the process.
me out, please.

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ueltas had already ... tired of waiting for my time, I forced myself to get it, I told myself that would work, if you thought that things could be a success it would be ... It turns out that all was a lie ... A miserable lie, fool me, I came to believe ... I was a victim and executioner, and not just screwed up is that I hurt myself, but I broke the desire, hope and the illusion of another person ... Perhaps that is precisely what puts the icing on the cake of guilt. But ... I Did it my fault? I was the first to believe that lie! .. and now I am sorry skin. Arde cA s if I'm burning up inside and if yesterday did not feel anything, now I only feel the absence, empty ... and pain. A pain that comes from the deepest scars of my heart. A pain that has reopened too much and reminds me where I come from and where I will not be able to reach, at least for now. I become wounded lion elephant memory. I become a ghost who wanders the city without anything or anyone, with cold, but feel unable to reach. Do not give a long time since I fear that this will continue ... I need someone to save me and get me out of here, because the little strength I had always not enough to get up on my own feet. And s & eacute, that the worst is emotionally dependent on other people, but for now all I can do. I looked for love in other lips and these, in a fit of madness became another, and hurt me and made me see that I felt nothing, felt nothing because now I have been denied that right, that .. . virtue.

If tomorrow do not wake up, I want you to know that until the last breath has been replicated, the fight against so cold ... And the latter produced mist breath is lost, and is extinguished by an overdose of reality.