bohoprinci @ 2006-10-26T07: 31:00
Scotch, rain, cold. The rain brings
thought helps us to reflect on our life and comparing it to the drops that fall.
A drop, a part of our lives. With precision images resurface by emotions linked old and new, weak or strong. Smile watching the rain, we ask ourselves watching the rain, watching the rain we grieve.
A memory is a thing of the past and is equal to one drop, slip away, vanish. Each time, however, is made up of many drops, which return to slide down all the time, then there will always be the same as new memories of the past. It 's a vicious circle, each new unclogging rain at the window to remember things past and wait for future things will become equal to those of the first memories.
E 'finished the scotch, the rain is not decided and the cold is gone thanks to cashmere.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Malitol While Pregnant
Call Me When You Are Sober
We are 5 people who sit at a table, telling their lives.
We've known for some time, but perhaps not enough to know (almost) everything about each other. We
then 5 people who speak easily, so that whatever one knows also that he should not know.
We have interests, passions, loves, several that have marked the limits of our friendship and "cohabitation morning-afternoon-evening," but we can almost always find something in common. From this
assumption has changed in 2 years (almost) everything.
People change, especially from 18 to 20 (I think). Mature, make decisions, evaluate what is best and what does not.
Today our friendship is made of: Asti, unresolved misunderstandings, a level of endurance equal to zero.
We were the csd "thick as thieves" for a very long time but now have lost almost all that remained of our friendship.
I do not care if you change or show you for who you really are, I had already figured out long ago, in fact did not stop me to become very good friends.
It 's the fact that you have put me aside as something old-fashioned and outdated, believing that I can resumed as if nothing had happened.
I do not have it with you, I hate you. I you are indifferent. Maybe one day we will return
bff.
We are 5 people who sit at a table, telling their lives.
We've known for some time, but perhaps not enough to know (almost) everything about each other. We
then 5 people who speak easily, so that whatever one knows also that he should not know.
We have interests, passions, loves, several that have marked the limits of our friendship and "cohabitation morning-afternoon-evening," but we can almost always find something in common. From this
assumption has changed in 2 years (almost) everything.
People change, especially from 18 to 20 (I think). Mature, make decisions, evaluate what is best and what does not.
Today our friendship is made of: Asti, unresolved misunderstandings, a level of endurance equal to zero.
We were the csd "thick as thieves" for a very long time but now have lost almost all that remained of our friendship.
I do not care if you change or show you for who you really are, I had already figured out long ago, in fact did not stop me to become very good friends.
It 's the fact that you have put me aside as something old-fashioned and outdated, believing that I can resumed as if nothing had happened.
I do not have it with you, I hate you. I you are indifferent. Maybe one day we will return
bff.
Friday, October 6, 2006
Alabama Vs. Ole Miss Cake Idea
Welcome to the Universe
I hate people around you, hate your friends and your friends, even hate you. So what will happen, is a refrain heard.
I wish I could not see, I can not know, or better, let me know and see everything.
I hate people who intrude, who knows what I know and I do not even have the courage to speak normally, that I should always find out things later, there is always someone else.
People ambiguous
same extent as other occasional
Sex Morality
Love
Vision Romantic Betrayal
Boys
Displeasure
I'm Already Gone
I hate people around you, hate your friends and your friends, even hate you. So what will happen, is a refrain heard.
I wish I could not see, I can not know, or better, let me know and see everything.
I hate people who intrude, who knows what I know and I do not even have the courage to speak normally, that I should always find out things later, there is always someone else.
People ambiguous
same extent as other occasional
Sex Morality
Love
Vision Romantic Betrayal
Boys
Displeasure
I'm Already Gone
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