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Mh, I do not update for a while xD I like this feeling xD Poor
Journal * strokes screen * You'll also cruelly abandoned you like the blog to MSN?
To be honest, not going back to the computer for days. I did not have any desire o_o I'm half convinced that it is due (in addition to fatigue) the fact that pretend to surf the Internet on the new peak, which after nearly two weeks the connection has not yet xD! And I am stubborn I! I think hard to come up Dorinda, making my cock, download songs and save images ... so after knowing that I have to move on Dorinda According .-. Pass is the desire
Then uh, since Monday is a moment that I am not at home! * Cries * horrified
Monday: Viareggio; Tuesday: Viareggio again; Wednesday (ie today): Pietrasanta in the morning and the afternoon And two weeks every day I go to driving school *-* It always ends that I leave the house only to go to school, always! x ° ° D
Driving School Driving School gasa *-* *-* I enjoy my friends I see every day (well Nico, woo), I learn a lot of things so cool (Beppe today taught me What the hell is a track xD If I did not explain it ...) and especially go out. I have not found the
Olmo. Let's just say that not to find her account, although I always have all your senses alert in case the saw to ride. So now move to use an old bike to my mother, I do not remember if it goes back to the '70s or '80s xD But I should be just fine, does this vintage. * All movies that you head to raise the tenor of his miserable life
* (Oh, I'm updating emeritus Speaking of crap, go cosììì!)
always greet the little man when I pass by the Tibetan Middle Way; today , passing him the second time I was going to Caroppo stopped and started talking and was ganzissimo * w *
He noted (impossible not to) the colored box that I carry around his neck and said: "With this beautiful necklace, so colorful, you should go with something just as colorful ! and reiterated several times that I should dress more colorful. ("Why ... flower power!" Oddiooo * roll *)
Ohi ohi oo And I told him that as I was dressed at that time was the maximum I could achieve color: gray T-shirt printed with a rabbit (vaguely corpse ) quality combined with any accessories of any color (trash Powah ), cotton trousers Bragalone blacks, colorful bracelets, cassette precisely red. In fact, not wearing a thong sandals with ankle bracelets of colored beads and pendant earrings, but more so I could not do Inside of me xD
increased despondency: but how?! You tell me, so right now I am convinced that I must return to be more rock'n'roll and abandon the way of the freak embarked in recent months? Why add to the crisis, crisis, oh wise beggar? CAC
* pauses for a moment to dance and sing their hearts out OK2BGAY
* I want to go to the finals of Miss Trans in Torre del Lago CWC
Oh no xD Let's finish this thing of Tibet!
And uh *-* We talked about the Beat Generation! That is, great! He asked me if I read poems and advised me to some authors (Ginsberg remember only recently because I do not think that because of the film due out Friday).
great. Too good. I was filled with so much heart.
And when I say that greeted delayed for a driving school he replied, laughing: "Nice driving: Do not kill anyone though!" Lol, no problem xD * hopefully *
I love to have contact with strangers. Also this morning, while I watched and Marghe the window of a jewelry lady next to us gave us a lot of good advice and we have given to her. And when I was about to go away and I was always with the Margherita and Giulia a woman told us about spot where her dog likes to pee xD Act.
Finally, and show how sometimes it's all extraordinarily connected, Charlotte writes me: "Let's go see Scream, prepared."
!
But what am I doing to this woman? The film I mentioned earlier, about Allen Ginsberg and the Beat Generation and for which I burn for weeks. The
drag me secretly in Spain and the groom. United-minded u.ù
I'm going to pray because my father makes me the immense favor of putting their hands in the fucking modem that made me suffer the pains of hell and nasty this hot.

"Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul! "

because the sum was also found in Italian Mr.Nobody beam
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Me is a show that looks Monoshitsuji * the best thing is that if he says it alone

I wanted to add too much flash to speak of an intervention when they are gone crazy fangirl crazy insomniac desperate otaku, but as usual my father comes from stairwell (I wonder why always with the accappatorio) to break the eggs in the basket -.- E 'already the second time this has happened, the old one was really striking, but tell it again xD It was so beautiful that I laughed all night and all the next day xD
In short, what the hell I want? I want to stay here and see the second Kuroshitsuji series of all-out CAC and suffer and laugh and go crazy like I am doing two hours CAC But I have to give up, goddamn father!

I'm just saying:
- Monoshitsuji hated, now I'm addicted;
- in two hours I have only seen two episodes and all this time I did nothing but do this:
- Alois is a big slut, Claude steals jokes and Sebastian pokes me a lot è.é And I also want to lick the ear of Heaven, porcadiquellaputtana è.é And I leave this

bequeathed to posterity:




That is, shapalayah
escape the speed of sound thinking hard for my God of Death mangosteen * A *
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* "I wish I could believe in something different from love in the moment, but I can not."

not have to think about today.
Soon I will stay in this house just me. Can be extended to all the rooms and fill them with my tired mind. But I must not think of today, nor tomorrow. But I want to talk about yesterday. I finally

went to one of "encounters with the writers' organized by Nina Library. I had lost all the previous ones. This week, the interviewee was Francesco Pacific and it seemed interesting.
I was bored all the time. I do not remember anything of what they said. When I realized that he was a "bourgeois Catholic" and often withdrew to pray to the holidays nonsodove, m'è took a hit of sleep.

After the interview sleep I wandered alone to Pietrasanta. It was amazing last night my town. She was rich, was bright, she was beautiful beyond words. I was walking, take the strangest way, I visited shops at random. The restaurants were all open and busy, colorful and eccentric. The galleries were interesting, showing full. I've seen the paintings of Venice, a pop artist that I was sorry. I stole a rose from the new scented herbs.
Each step, however, caused me sadness. It became increasingly difficult to walk and look around. Soffrivo.

Here's what I wrote on the jet phone (in the absence of a pad and pen) to almost the end of this murderous night.

"The girl with the feet is called Daria. Another child was believed that the bell tower of wood, and another said his father wanted to fly. The Charlotte gets depressed with me, faith is very sweet. The Tibetan thanked me for giving him smile. Ruggiero is the baby sitter, Marge is the caring, sympathetic and kind Daniel. I, in addition to being an idiot, I'm sad. Cry. And this beautiful country search ... fills me and then I painfully empty. "
Small notes Scordino not forget the little pearls that I had met on my journey suffering. Let me explain.

from the beginning, I had hidden on the steps of the door of the campanile in Piazza Duomo, no one could see me. I was wrong. On my left appeared a man and a little girl wearing the sandals. I liked the noise made on the marble stairs. Her father brought her in the square and said: "Come, let us ask this girl ..." I've done carefully. He, a handsome man approached and greeted me. "This little girl wants to know your name." The little girl stumbled over the stones of the courtyard. "My name is Chiara. And what's your name? "" You are Daria. "He answered instead of a daughter, a little embarrassed. "As beautiful hooves has bought tonight?" He continued, laughing. I laughed too. "Yes, very nice! But they are a little big?" I said kindly, seeing the shoes protrude from the heels of the very small. The father shrugged: "Yes, but now grows." Daria took her hand, which protested the rough stones and leading me smile: "Hello." I greeted him and the child. Soon after I cried.
Shortly before another family, parents and children, had arrived in the square. The father showed the bell for the children and one of them, the male, with the nose said, sincerely hit "Beeello. It 'also made of wood. "The father lifted himself puzzled face," Wood? "From my position I giggled happy, realizing the gaffe: it is not wood, are bricks. Then the entire family has turned around the big statue in the courtyard, the bust of a woman who looks up. They played: "Children! What do you think is watching this lady?" The bell! "But no, it would be otherwise," and with twisted his neck to take the same pose of the statue.
When I was sitting next to the bell tower instead, what I call "my place" (where I sit to read or simply do nothing), I walked past a man pushing a pram and a child's ran alongside. The child has a leap and landed with a little cry. Rising, clung to the man's arm, "Father, I want to fly!"
Behind the tower I have sent a message to Charlotte my talking of these bad feelings. "Even when I depression. I miss the guys, I missing a little of everything. I do not feel alive. "Incredibly similar.
I had some money in the phone and contacted the Feffah I apologize for not having answered before, and thank you for thinking of me listening to Night of the Hunter og 30. "And how do I not think of you when I hear Mars? I love you too!" Thank you.
There are many beggars in Pietrasanta. Some have been here for years. Among them is a man, age undefined, though rather old, who has created a bed full of Tibetan objects: little buddha, musical instruments, colorful carpets. He himself is very Tibetan. That evening I went out with my cousin, two of them have spoken, so when I passed him I smile. I passed and he said, without raising his voice: "Thanks for the smile." I turned around with a heart beat stronger than the others and I saw him smile. "Thank you." I said. Ruggiero
I found on a bench in front of the restaurant of his uncles, where he works. Was holding the beauty of three children and threatened them all to death, while they laughed. "Take the baby sitter tonight?" Trying to keep them at bay he replied: "I am my cousins, who came from Scotland. These monsters! Escape! Flee as long as six-time! "The children laughed louder. I left wishing him good luck.
I tried to call the Marghe without success. I have written a message, telling her that I was in Pietrasanta, but I'd be gone soon. "Now we come to Pietrasanta. Wait a little bit ... "My father told me he" would have taken a shower and would come at once, "I did not know exactly when he would arrive. "When you give me a ring." I was going to get in the car when the ring arrived. Too late.
I spoke with my father at about eleven twenty. Fifteen minutes after I met Daniel (aka Astolfo) Via del Marzocco, with a group of friends. We looked wide-eyed in disbelief to be there. With him was Rebecca. We talked a lot, even the Mad Hatter. He is really good. "Are you alone? Will you go for a ride with us? "Instinctively, I refused. I always do so. The excuse was that my father would come get me soon, so I let them go. Actually came to take me home at midnight and a half, thus increasing beyond the limit of my suffering. I regret very much not to have happened with Daniel and I am so ashamed that I avoided all the more crowded streets with the fear the other side.
's why I'm an idiot.

This was my Friday night. Scandic from the pages of The Queen of the Damned, that sometimes I stopped reading.
Today I am here and I hate it. Tomorrow, I do not know. I do not want to know. They kidnapped the

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Olmo.

I had parked as usual at the bus terminal, but pole to which the attack was still occupied by another bike, and the same was true for all of the neighbors. With the fear of missing the train and thought most likely have to go to the plaza to buy a ticket (which the station puioi not do nine times out of ten), I leant against a pillar, too big for me to wrap around the lock, and after he had tied I ran away. I'm back up to eight and at that time was nearly four. It was July 31, Saturday.
are returned to take on the evening of August 1 last night. The time of night ... Olmo and was gone.

I've never really taken into account the possibility of their rubarmela. It had never happened and I did not think could happen.
But this time I got it all wrong. I would first make a gift in person to the crime of first step.
That one time you do not tie it to a pole ... I carry it on.
Crying in the car, I said: "Stealing is stupid. Take things for others, it makes no sense. "
I'm angry. With me and everything else. I think of all the things I could do to prevent it, but I think in all those coincidences that have made it happen and I could not control.
I think the fact that no one helps me. I'm lonely. Maybe I should not think so, but I am. Because the end is true.

We made the complaint to the police. Currently, I have no means to move. My mother did not give me the word rivollto almost all day (I was only required to set the table) and I heard more than once about the incident with my brother or my father. Never mind what he said about me. I just realized ... I just realized that I have to stay put because they are incapable. I insist that this is stupid and dangerous to exit. "It looks a little bit what happened. The will serve as a lesson, if he wants to learn."

In general depression I also realized once and for all that I lost all my creativity . I can not draw, write, imagine, invent ... nothing. Before I had the taste and I followed them. I liked to dress up and do the matching. I enjoyed spending the day to decorate my room. On the Internet I had fun and I always want to learn.
But not anymore. I just can not do anything. Are empty, as if I do not think. My hands are useless. I do not want to do anything.
This is my bad: I do not want. They are capable only of negative emotions. And they are so careless as to make me suck on her own.
I hate this house and these people. And I miss so much Olmo.

ritarmi I managed to cheer up a little this afternoon.
the news service dedicated to the old Volkswagen vans, the Transporter. But those really old, the first models, "the symbols of the post-war recovery." The so-called Bulli. Those used by the hippies, so to speak.
am madly in love with the Bulli for a long time *-* A neighbor of mine has a yellow named Horace (that's right, Horace xD). And it is beautiful.
So I started to search for images and information on Bulli. There are two models of what I have in mind ... The
T1:

and T2:


But phono belliffimi * A * But maybe I prefer the T1. Horace instead is a T2.
tg Al also said that there are still around ... at bargain prices.
I just checked: in the car sales sites, the Bulli (the few that I found) ... can cost just € 9000. * I pretend to be unaware of all the extra expenses to maintain an anachronism like a month *
eighteen years and days I'm going to feel for the course of driving and driver's license. And I decided that the Guys will be my machine, indeed! My mobile home.
It 's a beautiful dream and impossible to realize. But if I had my Horace ... do not ask anything more to life, nothing. In a
Bulli me there are thirty, Elm.

Finally ...
I was with my cousin before making the horrible discovery last night. We should have dinner together but I usually have their wings clipped, so we only go to the movies. To see ... Toy Story 3 x ° ° D
Very nice! I found it even violent EAR There was a monkey toy that made me fear a mad then aaaww ° E ° A, c ' was also Totorooo! did nothing, once smiled, but nothing else xD I kept shouting "Totorooo *-*" My cousin and exasperated "Who is it?" A huge hole in his knowledge otaku uu

Here they LIII xD I love Disney! After the movie we met up with my cousin and his friends. I love them, love them all. It 's absurd as I feel good just watching them talk. They represent what I want and I could not ever build. I did not have neither the luck or ability. And when I told Matthew that I would not go to London he exclaimed: "Well, then I do not think I will talk more with you." And he turned his back shooting xD Or when he learned that we had seen Toy Story 3

and shouted that we were genuine and taken Punkabbestia a general conversation about the film
xD I had fun. Thank goodness.

I can not wait to go back to bed and Queen of the Damned. Khayman I fell in love and I know only one chapter.
Olmo, wherever you are ... I love you. Heels and throw the dick in a car you drive.