Is The Ice From An Arena Safe To Eat

untitled ... I stop everything


In my head:
It's dark, and I lack foresight.
is indecipherable and I lack intelligence.
is coded, and I can not find the code.
I find no common denominator to all these thoughts No logical connection.
I turn around, and I keep going in circles by dint I'm going to faint. Page
virtual hands on a keyboard, stroll, meet, graze the keys, pat, me in my room in the dark.
Black, I love the dark, I have dark thoughts, I always wear black, I take refuge in the dark.
Want to write a text, a nice text, words, nothing but words, words, nothing but words.
A text that looks nothing like the one I am about to write. I jump off the cock
al'âne, and I like it, I skip the cock al'âne, and I like it.
It does not please you can be, but me I like it 'serious', and this is my blog and therefore I use my power, abuse of power. A text
mediocre, I want to write a mediocre text, without head or tail, a text incomprehensible, indecipherable, a coded text, so a word to the wise hello.
I do not want to leave my room, she protects me and I do not want to store it, I like her disorder.
clothes on the floor, glass everywhere, a packet of cigarettes lying around, and I like it, there is life in there and it reassures me, it means that I still live.
I do not want to leave I do not want to face the world, I am helpless, I look so strong, so fragile at the back.
My studies are lagging behind, and I do not care anything, I'm stupid to put down a series, a series has the stupid, and I do not want to leave my bed, not want to work, my studies remind me my tendency to always make the wrong choice.
And I continue to smile, despite everything, I still had a smile, a fixed smile, an expression on a face expressionless.
Reminds me of that game we played when we were kids, when they began to laugh to laugh for no particular reason and in the end we caught laughter.
And I smile for no reason and hope that one day I will find my smile, my real smile.
I could not find a title this post that resembles nothing so I will let no title, no subject, nothing, poor text like the one I wanted to write, a desire has waned, a text without identity wandering in the blogosphere, and I leave the sphere.

Are Carhartts And Walls The Same

I stop to meet, to know people, to try to make friends, try to fall in love, I stop everything.
stop.
every time I step forward, I show everything, and it does not stop, I keep everything fairs, and the height is that I'm believing to do well. I do not take
consiance I messed everything when I see the pain I caused to others and myself, when the guilt gnaws at me, when the mood takes me a few steps behind, back in time and avoid repeating the same mistakes.
I am a social catastrophe, a great anything, a big question mark for me and for others, an equation irreosolvable short, a disaster that wanders the streets.
then to avoid others to do the encounter of this disaster, I am retiring, I stop everything, I stop to try to meet people, and will advise anyone who wants to meet me (Poor) to the extent of my "anything" and I tell her that if she wants to continue seeing me, she is doomed.
I would say it could end up facing a wall, a wall that cool and quiet full of people before her have tried to delete it but in vain.
short, I stop everything, I resigned, I will try what I was already in my childhood friends who come to support me as I am, on my studies even if I hate, on my parents and my sisters that I love.
stoooooooooooooop!
and again: sorry to all those I have hurt, and know that I feel guilty and it hurts me too.

Termination Of Life Estate

eternal unsatisfied


a cigarette in his left hand, a glass of coca right hand and I looked at my cigarette burning, which goes up in smoke, and I hope my demons go up in smoke.
A glass of cola that I liked mixed with whiskey, but I have none, my bottle is empty and my head is full.
I'd like to be drunk, now, immediately.
Being drunk to have clearer ideas because I can not do it by being sober, all is contradiction in my head.
I wanted to write because I can not speak, I have nobody to talk to, I would like to write to understand.
My hands wander over the keyboard and hope that these buttons will bring me the truth, an answer, a hint, a clue to the truth.
I write and I reread it, I shall reread later, I reread the entire text and hope it will give me an answer right.
All alone in the dark with my dark thoughts, Sunday evening, the eve of a religious festival, a sacred festival, some eat their assida, and I enjoyed my problems and I want to get drunk the night before the mouth of this Day, blasphemy you say? I do not care , That is what I want.
I do not understand, I do not understand, I am completely unable to interpret my own reactions, I do not know what I want, I want to capture the elusive, touch the untouchable and understand the incomprehensible, the truth, I am looking for the truth.
You wait for an explanation, I know, but I have no valid explanation has to give you, I would like to send you my thoughts for you to understand but I doubt that you could do.
You were so nice and I was so mean, you were so sincere And I was so wrong, if you were correct and I was so loose, you're attached to me and I was also a cold iceberg and you do not deserve.
So I broke in the most cowardly of all: a text, faithful to my cowardice.
I'm sorry, I have treated like shit, but you are far from being, it is I who am. I would send you
this text, send you the address of my blog but I will not, my good old faithful cowardice.
I throw a bottle into the sea, I edit the text in the hope that Someday you'll fall over and that it helps you to understand.
Thank you for being so nice to me and I ask your forgiveness because I did everything that you cling to me as I knew from the start that I could make you a lift.
I was not satisfied, I am, and I will remain, eternally dissatisfied as some say and I can not help it, I do not even know if I want to change.