many things I would have to say ... They're going around a lot of questions, I live in a daily life full of events ... But I can not focus.
time passes between my fingers like grains of sand. I struggle to stay below the facts. But is not that hard sound that makes you enjoy when you get on top of the mountain, the final goal.
E 'rather than a sense of exhaustion that makes you want to play the pass and put into question.
It 's a sense of depression and distraction that does make big mistakes, visible, and mainly due to bad yourself!
and 'a sense of indifference that makes you consider your mistake as something transient and evanescent pleonastic. Tomorrow is another day, after all, who cares.
Today we are here, then who knows ...
I'm depressing? Amen! I on the contrary, the more I write and I'm better!
Yesterday was the "Women's Day" ... As commercial yield, redundant, only a coward
around money, flowers and formalities, I believe it. E 'born to
causes painful and sad for the loss of rights. And those same rights, after so many years, are still
often forgotten. So it's a holiday you need. Period.
soon.
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