Happy birthday to me.
Nineteen years.
And all to hear.
19 years and not know what to write .. write all and not write anything. These were days of intense work ... where they lost 5 pounds were recovered half damnation.
Beyond that my thoughts are really empty.
partridge That feeling ... every birthday the same old situation: PC, cigarettes, and the Pixies .. maybe it will be for what they are ... because they are so TEDIATA alone.
not used afeste regaloni birthday and the family, however, before the cemetery of my social life I can only cry.
I would give only wanted one thing.
But did not succeeded, once again I have not been able to make me happy.
I wonder if it still makes sense to continue on this path .. so why not decide for something more than perfunctory?
Giò .. why not .. Instill instill ..
Well, I start to pain me by myself for what I write .. give a tone of glee in this post birthday!
With 19 years I will reach my goal to the end and without a hitch.
People have to live for something right?
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