So the conclusion is that the problem is not as blog, the problem is the blog itself! It 'difficult to summarize in a few or many rows all that has happened in recent weeks, it is difficult and I do not think can do it - everything will end in a short rambling post which I'm not at all satisfied. Then I'll go to study public administration (commitment: to study new topics step by step), read a bit 'of history (commitment: to recover half a century of history that I missed) and go to bed before 22:00 (commitment: to wake up and not waste hours of teaching).
What happened, in brief, is the unthinkable - now there's a person who claims to love me. to love me , I, my and my one hundred sixty-two cm undefined pounds that make me suffer so much, my smoking and being too grumpy, my silence and my cynical sense of humor. Be the center of a person is a feeling that I almost hurts, and I have to hold the instinct to do evil in my turn, to hurt, to be necessarily the person-plus-strong. But not only that. With that big word, 'love', is out of the lips so soon, so immature and unrealistic to me, as I still consider allergic relations (smielensaggini + habit), there is something - something , the feeling of my skin against her as we hugged and I squeeze my legs around him as if we were to merge slowly - the node at the bottom of my stomach that I feel when we look into my eyes and I sense that I try to understand me. I will return one of my eyes, of those not-so-successful -to-understand me , but also so-well-be . I like this new equilibrium, that is stable with each passing day, being more cynical and contemptuous, but with tenderness (which, he gets there on time and captures only part of the cynicism, but well, it's my problem: D). Anyway, today is one month and ten days 'are together' (! I love what I can remember in the days to be kitsch and say phrases from the age of twelve), he has long hair and blacks, and has a mole shaped star in the left eye.
then, as the wise said Bridget Jones, " is a truth universally accepted that when a part of your life starts to go well, the other one becomes a complete disaster ", So be silent at the moment on the reactions of my mother and my university level crisis - in the resolution, however.
What happened, in brief, is the unthinkable - now there's a person who claims to love me. to love me , I, my and my one hundred sixty-two cm undefined pounds that make me suffer so much, my smoking and being too grumpy, my silence and my cynical sense of humor. Be the center of a person is a feeling that I almost hurts, and I have to hold the instinct to do evil in my turn, to hurt, to be necessarily the person-plus-strong. But not only that. With that big word, 'love', is out of the lips so soon, so immature and unrealistic to me, as I still consider allergic relations (smielensaggini + habit), there is something - something , the feeling of my skin against her as we hugged and I squeeze my legs around him as if we were to merge slowly - the node at the bottom of my stomach that I feel when we look into my eyes and I sense that I try to understand me. I will return one of my eyes, of those not-so-successful -to-understand me , but also so-well-be . I like this new equilibrium, that is stable with each passing day, being more cynical and contemptuous, but with tenderness (which, he gets there on time and captures only part of the cynicism, but well, it's my problem: D). Anyway, today is one month and ten days 'are together' (! I love what I can remember in the days to be kitsch and say phrases from the age of twelve), he has long hair and blacks, and has a mole shaped star in the left eye.
then, as the wise said Bridget Jones, " is a truth universally accepted that when a part of your life starts to go well, the other one becomes a complete disaster ", So be silent at the moment on the reactions of my mother and my university level crisis - in the resolution, however.
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