Says: Do not write more. And no, I do not write more.
Why do I always looked forward, and once they told me that I was thrown forward biased and that I was bulimic for life [bulimic life. that then and there I found it funny, then made me pleasure, and then thinking about it a bit 'more disturbing I found it], and again they told me that I was hiding behind a facade of normal and Perhaps this was what I wanted to hear, because I'm proud and I thought "how nice cabbage." nonconformist down. but now I find it pathetic. What
then the reality was that I looked forward, I took a look ahead because every time I turned around I saw something I liked. Or rather, there was one thing that I liked. Wrong choices, poor timing, false steps, steps longer than the leg, close to the snail. The first of Dania. Then I turned away and looked confident on the front. Ladaniaacuitendere. Dania
And that I'm not going to see very far, seeded, left behind, I hope. And the comforting feeling of being on the run.
Then something happened. Recently, I think. The distance seemed closer. The mistakes made and I do not want to redo mica, back there. That was enough to turn heads and look away to avoid seeing me tapping the index on the shoulder so I can view it with the corner of my eye, even if they look forward.
And I see mediocrity. As a mother, a woman, as a teacher, as a friend, as a photographer, as bloggheressa as ognicosaèunpo'così. The old man reeling in the swamp, with the difference that first led me to the rock away saying if I go out there coming out of the water. Now the mist that rises from the water takes my certainties.
and I do not see anything. or what I seem to see too far or not applicable.
if you fish the swamp.
mean, I'm not depressed. And maybe the trouble is. Only
that sometimes, if you drop a ring on the bottom of the water and you shake and start to try, putting his fingers in the bottom to mo 'probe is about so much of that sand that the water becomes cloudy and can not see its a damn about anything. Whereas if you stop and wait, everything to settle, and maybe see anelluccio lost in the clear.
Needless to say I miss your ability to stand still.
Maybe I should just stop attending people psychos.
Or maybe they should stop me from attending. If they want to get out. As he goes
