... So I took a pen and paper and wrote ... I have written so much I did as a kid ... and I brought a pile of tears and I free up some of my misery ...
Then after a few days I have made a myriad of pieces, I took the car, I went to my secret place and I did go out the window as to deliver all the confetti in the wind my sorrows (I know I do and I'm also a scout who "loves and respects nature" but I came nn nothing better). But
happen to even a little better I could to "talk" with someone. One evening
FB (which is not that I particularly love FB but there cazzeggiano as many) was in line my friend ... one of those I know from a life of my country, but in the end is that we know a lot about each other;
we salute you and ask a question and how it led to another and I do not know why the I pull out my shit ... and he answers and makes me more questions and I empty the bag and then say everything in chat with tears unlikely.
and he listens and he answers me and asks you yet.
is not very sweet ... just ... I also take the piss ... but I'm better .. and then when we say goodbye I am a joke that makes me laugh ... the sganasciare Closed
pc can not resist the temptation to send him a text message and say "Thanks you made me laugh I needed," she says, "you know where I live" ... but I would never going to bother with my whining. Perhaps
personally I never talked to anyone ... but in front of a monitor was easy.
After some days I see it happen to me and very embarrassed for what I said. but he was smarter he pretended not to have exchanged two words and then coao hello.
after twenty minutes I think I'll get a text message: " I must compliment you, not seen you for a while but 6 become a pretty mama "... I felt embarrassed .... and I will be childish ... but what I liked quell'sms!
It's been some days and I decided to put this episode in my blog among the things to remember.
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