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What do I do? I start the master plan to be completely forgotten when he is gone and while I'm here quite forgettable. Future payment for cypress.

I think this has ceased to be a funny blog, if it ever was. I think now my mood (which was what I said holding it) has been channeled to the mongo on facebook and the occasional drop bullshit when I'm with my friends. I've left it because I do not feel the need to write my feelings, my stories and my stories. Do not know if it's maturity or existential crisis, or whatever you know that shit analytical and labeling of erratic and meaningless. Although good, yeah who have a sense for me, but be classified as psychopathic (never have to neglect the psychological assessment of a former) and bullshit (ditto). I guess I do not need to write for a while. Although what was coming (not) doing for a while. And that's what I'm doing now. Do you understand the dilemma? Never satisfied and never consistent with yourself. And even with that I agree.

Bah, shit existentialist.

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sounds the alarm, open your eyes and look at the ceiling.

two minutes I needed to get up between gummy and stagger to the sink. Brrrr, water is very cold, but I wake up a little more. Less came tumbling to the shoemaker and I pick up the shirts. Always small in shirts and it's called a linguistic distortion inevitable.
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After short open between cuddle cat and let me do my stretches. One, two, one, two. "Dad, I'm going." But it is still asleep, so do not full and I get the keys. It's 8:30 and I have no desire to go jogging, but I force myself to do it, but not put me as fit as I wanted. You can not beat the status quo and making it your grandmother will cannelloni for a regiment. What can we do, if a child was flabby.

starts to get hot now. One, two, one, two. I know exactly the route, provided is the same one day after another and another and another. I do not want to get out of it but should, because it tires me one day after another and another and another. But I know and I know that is the journey that has cost me prepare, so I do not want to leave. Although you should, just to know he did not want.

One, two, one, two. A lot of people who cross me. Some are at my pace, some faster and some are even running. Me on and on, but I do not notice them. O yes, I know what they say but I do not notice. I like seeing that little moment of your day and feel that they know just to see how they walk, look around and respond. I always believed that you can meet people just to make the first gesture, some say it's the first impression, the more valid. To me, at bottom, seems to me a bullshit, but it's funny.

Finally, I take a shower. And I'm going to class. And give the class. And I come home. And at home, or out. And I'm going to the library and study or not. And I come home. And I eat dinner, and go to bed. But I feel as much bewildered as this morning when I wake up. E

equally alone.