by Me My stories are the result of my FANTASY , do not refer to real events.
Any marine biotoxins to things, people or anything else is purely RAND .
In this life or lose or lose, you can never win.
The only variation that exists is how to lose.
Some people lost in a big way, losers believe they have won and who lost miserably.
I'm finishing the third category, I'm losing miserably.
The thing I do not feel much of a good but ... what can you do??
No, we can not help but be silent and suffer.
honestly do not think I ever really lived.
In this life we can not survive that, because to live is the privilege of a few ...
Or perhaps those who really live there, maybe you pretend to live in or are ... autoillude
Who knows ...
This story ... well so if we want call ... Maybe I should say ...
Hmmm ... Chronicles of travel? ... Nope ... Reports of life? ... Uff ...
call it what you hear!
Here I am losing a lot on my mind, damn me, you can never lose
the thread five hundred times a day??
Well I assure you that happens to me ... ... Ufffffffffffffffff
short enough distractions!
Now I promise not to distract me and I will seriously-
I should give a title to my story-or as you call it-you ...
But that title ?..." The mythical adventures "!... Yuck! No ... no ...
"depressing and out of fashion! & Rdquo ; ... Mamma mia ... that horrible name
I just realized that my imagination does not exist.
Apparently, when God has distributed was absent, perhaps I was in the bathroom ...
I have the fantasy of a hamster with cataracts! Me poor wretch!
ridistratta Here I am, this is too much!
say that my story is special. I've never been the type to believe in fairy tales
or something.
I am a rational person, firm, pessimistic at the highest levels, self-confident ...
Well not quite so sure, say that I could do better.
are the classic person that no one notices and I think that the situation will not change.
Nobody ever notice me ... And ok, I can not help anything.
Such is life, society inexorably ranking: winners and losers.
I moved a couple of days before I lived in Italy and now in Garden City,
a small town in Canada.
Canada, but you realize??
Unfortunately I was forced, in fact my father is a researcher and to continue
his research dragged me to America.
My mother ... well she is gone when I was 5 years old, apparently has put
with a much younger than her.
Poor so afraid of getting old that is forced to play around with one that has 10
years younger than her ... pathetic!
now I'm 16 and I do not care about her, absolutely, for me it could also
finally disappear from the face of the Earth!
beginning I suffered a lot for his departure, but then I realized that for a woman
as she is not worth it.
Even in Italy I was invisible to everyone but at least no one pointed out to me.
In America everything is different, we label the first day of school and that label
will be eternally yours, even more effective than a spell or a curse can be , say.
I obviously do not believe in curses or anything like that, I read a little something just because
not know what to do, that's all.
And to think that there are people who believe in things like the evil eye, and then pull himself
flower of money to be able to take off.
I think those who believe in the evil eye, it's just an insecure, so afraid that
who prefers to deal with life refuge and take heart, thinking outside forces
causing its problems.
???... Well I'm not pathetic!
I know I know, from a speech to speech, but I can not help it.
have done so, I know I'm hurt, I would love to be able to change ... But you can not ...
You can not escape from ourselves ... Why we would always be achieved ...
Sooner or later ...
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