underestimate my capacity for visionary and organizer.
is not true that I have not organized anything for my birthday, I knew what I was already on July 3 last year! Eh, I'm not stupid.
In fact, I wrote a message, black angry with my mother who tried to stop him with every silly excuse to get out, "I will [...] my eighteen years in my room doing the knot on the rope with which I impeccherò ;! thoughts very tragic * * "Then
only thoughts were to be very tragic. But I'm really going the days of my eighteen years in closed room and do the loop the rope xD!
... Not true, not in my room, because there does not reach the Internet. Oh, there's no limit to the worst ever.
Aaah, are in a bad mood. I can not get out, I can not.
I'm jealous. I'm angry. I'm nervous. They are apathetic and depressed. I'm tired. I am a prisoner. I am an adult and I do not give a shit.
Last night, returning home, my father asks, "So, how you feel!" A shit shit, and the fault is yours! è.é
I did not say so despite the temptation was fooorte, but I simply make other speeches Scazzosi and incomprehensible, my style perfectly.
Entering the house, padrèh likes to say, "Well, we do not come home, you can go," and I almost closed the door on him. "Oh yeah Yay, it's the perfect opportunity, so I held sixty euro!" I had to get away, then I am stuck. God, no. God no, it was in bad taste. Why I want to go really. Hear me say, at this moment, to him, they ...
I drown the sorrow in hot tea.
But as someone said to me, there's always a ray of light in the shit!
ordering of messages and phone calls received so far: Charlotte, Julie, Margie, Nico, grandmother (also correctly), Serena, Cindy ...
Thank you very much. For the beautiful words and smiles that you are able to tear.
of this horrible birthday cherish you and the pink sheet.
Shiny happy people laughing / / Meet me in the crowd, people people / / Throw your love around, love me love me / / Take it into town, happy happy / / Put it in the ground, Where the flowers grow / / Gold and silver shine.
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