If a person, always living in denial of the world, his soul can die very easily.
And I these days are slowly die. It is a process that is far from instant access to free a good time. As the process is often important than the result, it also results in more lethal than.
This summer, I thought it already ended, for me it has lost its original meaning. I have been angry have been angry. subconsciously began to refuse to exchange. I only hope I can cut off the escape route.
times as fast over the dark green of the prairie sky and white clouds quickly, leaving only a little flash of traces of dark gray.
Every day I sleep in till noon, open the computer, and then went to grooming. and then the morning of the time even if passed. I was bored at the computer every day, meet with friends text messaging. The only pleasure is the side of the green tea drink with ice, while lying on the couch watching old movies, classic repeated over and over again.
a person to recall the last time, not because old people, because the real too disappointed. and I am unfortunately all of the two. looked at his missed time, look at their own path. I started to like the mood to start all over again. My 14m19 years old, a car like the summer sunshine exhaust in general, annoying, desperate.
me once again of hypnosis themselves \Main Road shading objects, we lot a lot of sweating, my stomach has been aching. shrill horns, annoying. Duzhe suffocating air steam. I think I have to hurry home.
Yes, I want to go home, but who cares it?
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