The agony of a blog post begins with two months with no news, no
comments.
It continues. I wonder how much, and for no real reason.
I'm thinking about a post a bit 'particular, the last one, but I
so many things to write I fear it will take me a bit' of time. Many, many things to write
. Above all what I learned in the world in recent years. In
fund were the years of transition from student to worker
of, among other things not yet ripe, not yet adult and independent
but certainly I do not have that look innocent and gracious with which I
entering the world in the morning a few years ago.
In these two months many things have happened to them, even though it
incredible. I put on the new site, we went on vacation, return
my mom worked and my job, I was obliterated stuff to do.
Then my mother was fired, and the mess in the house for sale in
village of origin, and so on.
Among all, the darkest thoughts that you can not, you can not say, and
beautiful day with friends, Vivian.
The desire to write is passed. I do not have crabs feel like sharing my thoughts
. I am becoming more and more shit, I do my cocks and
I do not care of the rest. I do not do it on purpose, but it happens.
happens when I do finally take it more for the injustices I see and feel,
happens when you do not fight, when I give up and say "it always has been, and so
, always will. "
But this has two effects: I am not surprised about anything, the first and the second is a distant echo
that reaches more remote from the depths of my heart
. As a signal picked up by a stellar telescope. At the bottom of my heart
away what a black hole at the center of the galaxy
unreachable, there is fury. Puro. Distillate. Of fire.
This morning I thought that no one will revive before.
And maybe that's why I always loaded guns, and I have not
pity.
Sis felix, as long as you can.
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