rr_lyrae @ 2009-12-23T03: 43:00
Christmas Dinner with friends: I am about to spit on him and one step from ethyl coma. questionable table service, decent food, staff from both authoritarian expel me from too much noise, though not without first having offered a round of bitter. I was courted by a diner in an original and extremely rude, no qualms whatsoever. suffer from die tonight because my boyfriend feel the need to be alone, so much so that I listen to coldplay to twenty minutes, believe me, I almost cut my veins and immerse myself in a tub of boiling water (a reference to events or people is purely coincidental).
you know, the couple's relationship sometimes becomes a way to exorcise his inner sufferings, by sublimation. behavior is unhealthy, painful, unbearable, and yet too spontaneous and unexpected in the birth to be controlled, stopped, destroyed.
unfortunately always reign in my life or the white or black, gray is visible but for me, no doubt, intolerable. is a cradle where I recline ditrugge. I struggle I have always been too hard and I want to live life to consider his side of gray. Everything is cruel and delicious, healthy and sick, and borderline sour. a mixture.
I'm also thinking that if shakira sing a song in which a test between a real orgasm fucking catchy chorus (repetitive and almost shit) and sell more than ever in his life.
yes, well, I leave before you start to look like a mix of emo version of Alba Parietti of my cock and the bitch who wrote twilight that knows how to fuck you just call her (but certainly not me XD ).
