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Enough, Mercutio, enough! You talk about anything

I'm worrying needlessly, or maybe it's just a storm. Maybe it's my life that makes a bit 'suck, and everything goes wrong, but we are so happy ... Maybe I just
against Saturn. The sad fact is that this is without origin, and do not know if it has an end. It's like a light fog, smoke that fogs the view: you slowly get used to it, you adjust, until events occur that clarify the situation, that pierce the veil.
And what if I'm able to complain of an evening so maybe there is something wrong, maybe, maybe, maybe. This word
from thousands of possibilities, a two thousand one hundred, all of them.
I had fun. At least my face, my body, a part of my brain smiled at the right times, to the beats maybe (maybe, maybe, maybe!) A little ' forces, met the friendly smiles of (beautiful) new faces.
Yet my heart darkened, narrow as the wrist band that I wanted to investigate longer compelled, almost driven by the happiness of the moment. Why
new people can always let you down. And sometimes its not worth the candle.
And if you later regret?
And if you later regret?

Or maybe because they are not liked, because I stood on the sidelines, because the eyes and mind were fleeing to other places that were not there and then.
I always hated when I happen to like it too much and just a person who I do not want.
There are famous, illustrious, shining examples, experiences between tears and laughter and a reverse peristalsis.
Maybe tonight I wanted to. Maybe I wanted more, all at once, you know that I can not wait.
Maybe I'm sad because I realized that I want but not what I want, but-and perhaps here is the Gordian knot! - There is no people to be desired.
Whether real in my soul.
They made me feel small again, innocent, virgin too many experiences, worthless, and dull for a long, all-encompassing absolute time, alone.

And now I want to cry, because memories you do this, return to old entries from the past, my stomach hurts and tears no sign of decline.


The empty words tonight expenses, smiles thrown in an anonymous vacuum ... I would like to know what the right thing to do. I want to know how to do something. Anything that does not stand still here, again, and again and again and again ignoring the problem.

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Last night I went to see "The Last Station" ... a great movie, recommend it at all! He speaks of the last years of Tolstoy's life but it is not heavy, in fact sometimes it is exhilarating! Helen Mirren is so stratospheric as Christopher Plummer. But I do not miss a tribute to that wonderful actor James McAvoy is ! Say that I love is an understatement ... is truly amazing *-*

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