again after 11 days of work and imboccherò the highway for the last time the direction of "home."
Damn I expect hell .. My mother prepared me to deal with whether or not they lost weight ----> probably put on weight for her, my "friends" summer full of adventures and happiness thrown him like a torrent of slaps in the face of my being a fucking associale , and the mad and desperate search of a job for the winter .. and besides the research universities by October of next year, and pounds to lose in time to still not feel like an idiot ..
and review the damn man who seems to disappear into nothing and forgotten me like everyone else.
ALL THIS crushed me.
not me .. it makes me sleep like a Turkish smoking and binge all day, as if at work I can not speak because of "my technique to remedy" .. Why can not I be strong?!
All these things are part of life Elenoire, at least you're not a Paraculo at Paris .. but I do not think so>.>
I can only hope to find at least one job, and regain control of myself.
I can only hope to find at least some things like .. I leave the spoon in the usual place,
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