Afraid Lump Is Inflammatory Breast Cancer

my blog closes

voila, just a message to tell all my readers that I stop to write a last note, I'm a bit nostalgic but I really find myself in this blog, I'll create a new BCP will be less personal and completely anonymous.
has dios:)

Sleep Apnea Hemoglobin

anxiety of the blank


Words come and go, overwhelm me, over me everywhere and I feel overwhelmed, I feel like taking a sheet, a pen and write but this time they leave without a trace, leaving me alone with my white sheet, subsections are created in my head, text, a whole book, and in the same way they came, they go , escape, leaving me and leave me alone.
A god, and god knows how much I hate goodbyes.
ideas, projects in the future, just like words, surprise me Over me and hope is reborn, and I started to build dreams, house of cards, I surrender to my desires, I yield to my desires, I go into another world and then suddenly reality catches up with me, and I forget all my projects, all my dreams and desires and all I begin to live every day without thinking about nothing, I found my routine that I protect my dreams, my words and my ailments.
The desire to drop everything, to erase everything and find myself in front of a white sheet, a sheet or I will rebuild my life as I please, as I have always wanted, may be a fantasy, a myth, but I do 'm not a goddess I am human and I have the anxiety of the blank
Words, just words, nothing but evil words, and I quit writing and I opt for dialogue, but I do no ear, all my desires, my desires and all my dreams are for other than the whims of a girl who can not exceed a teenager, who can not sever ties with the childhood.
I speak, I try to convince, but I must first convince me, and no one encouraged me, and nobody takes me seriously.
I speak, at least try to speak, but I know I have never mastered the art of discussion, listening, I can do but talk, I am totally incapable.
I need to find myself face to me and talk for hours because I have the ability to listen, I know identify problems in others, even if I do not communicate, I know exactly Does the person in front wants to hear what she needs to hear, and what it must necessarily hear, I take all these nuances and confuses me, but this gift will serve me is nothing because I can not argue with me ..
I need advice, a order to be little, but my quest is vain.
white sheet, I want to start all over again, send everything in the air, to believe in myself, but am I ever believed in me?
The answer is no, an emphatic no, not one that hurts me deep inside me.
I'm only 20 years, my life is before me, I can still take risks, succeed or even fail, logic says, but I am able to overcome a failure?
I want to fuck everything in the air, get my degree next year, put it in a frame, the offer to my parents, in token of obedience, and start a new era, one where I am the master of my life, an era where nobody will decide in my place.
Words just words, evil, nothing but pain, then I allow myself to do something crazy once in my life, something which for me is full of meaning?
The answer I get it soon, I Ponder, I think, sometimes I find it ridiculous, sometimes I feel so good in the middle of my dream, and meanwhile I'll hide my game.
What I will do next year? mystery mystery, everyone will know in due course at the last moment, when no one can influence me, guide me or tell me what to do.

Toothbrush And Toothpaste Donations

Io sono bambino tunisino msallekha Melli (and I do not veil the face)


Yes, I am Tunisian, I am an individual lambada, I am innocent of the 21th century, and all is well in my world, my Tunisia.
Tunisia is a country where life is good, or I have the right to speak freely, to say what I think loudly.
I am Tunisian and I'm proud of it, Tunisia is a country well launched on the path of progress.
I am Tunisian and I have internet at home for a very cheap price especially with respect to electricity bills and water that I pay each month and have more free access to all sites web, especially those relating to politics and sex education, so yes it's true that there are porn sites that are blocked and it's better like that because I am a good Muslim.
I am Tunisian and I am a good Muslim, I Ramadan (well almost), I listen ezzaitouna the morning and I do not care if Sakhr El Matri
remains my pockets ... I do the prayer every Friday at the mosque and that's enough for the week.
I am Tunisian and I am Arab even though my roots are Berber, I'm Arabic and I speak Arabic, although the Tunisian dialect has nothing to do with Arabic. I
I am Tunisian and purchasing power is rising, everything is within my reach, I get paid vacation, and I attend the same concert Aznavour has 76 of the ticket, well, yes the great credit system.
I am Tunisian and I live in one of the few countries that has not been affected by the crisis, and it's not because the stock is almost nonexistent, and that is precisely the source of all speculation, not just because it is a miracle and that God the Merciful protect us.
I am Tunisian and I'm vayess (braggart), bein yes, we have what it takes and I am compelled to spread my wealth, even if I'm not rich, but I'm just enrich the banks.
I am Tunisian and I am bilingual and even trilingual, I also invented the art of speaking three languages simultaneously without any master, I am strong, eh?
I am Tunisian and I am tolerant, bein yes, I do not care, any user can do whatever he wants but that station was affecting my family, I massacre.
I am Tunisian and I'm not complaining, I'm very happy to live here, but sometimes I have cravings 7ar9a ..
I am Tunisian and I embody the contradiction, and I'm not that contradiction, I like, just disgusts me and I do nothing, I am totally inert .. And I'm
margin and I am Tunisian and I will like you as you move your ass and I wanted to tell you that all is not well and need you to stop you look the other way ...

Seat Detail At Rose Garden Arena

improvisation


Hi everyone! I hope you are well, well I do not have much to say, or rather I have so much to say that I prefer to unpack bullshit, just because I miss my blog.
Down ... but I love smoking tobacco
Marge has stopped smoking! yes yes I quit smoking! and my mother was great Besides, she simply asked me about my extra spending money if I stopped for good!
And I held ... a day and a half!
must say I have a sacred desire!
A day and a half without smoking, and I finally realized I am totally dependent on this thing has something to 4 dinars per package.
short, unsuccessful attempt, I do not even know why I took this decision because I just wanted to be doing housework in my life and I started with my body. Basically
ca 4 days now I have not set foot outside and I listen to this mosaic FM, which became a shit elsewhere, and I hate tv Khalik, this guy "pseudo FSAL" who lives in a villa el Menzah and studied at the Lycee of white fathers little shit ..., n 'not insult my intelligence, you're not a guy of the street, you're just a brat who wants to make money because you give your parents do not suffice to pay for a table in a special evening at Calypso
... Anyway, I skip the cock al'âne, besides, I remember one guy who came with a friend, we were girls and he watched what was happening and he burst out laughing saying it's crazy your ability to change the subject and has to jump al'âne cock, sir I say, it's a girl thing so stay out of ca.
You know what I unwrapped like crap when you're away? !
So I was thinking it was 4 days since I have not set foot outside, and I started to crack up, and in fact why not go out except to see you?
I watched lots of film, and I say, Quentin Tarantino, you're crazy and I love your madness! the madness of big .. I read two books
, and I say all the books should be recycled winning paper ass, but for which I am some would say: I think I am me, and this is my personal opinion, that is only my opinion.
This text looks more and more a page of "Bridget Jones' Diary" when I stop ..
But it makes a week that I have not seen you, and God only knows how long ..
And I miss you, but I stop using this word because it expresses nothing in how I miss you ..
I still hear you say: rest in me ... remember?
I am in you, because you and I are inseparable, inseparable, and even time could not separate us.
I see you everywhere, in every street In all lanes and all road crossings. my path has crossed your path and it was a fluke, and by pure chance I was born, since I met you, I feel more alive than life, I feel stronger than the strength and fatal than death. You
you and just you and I see only you and I do not feel that you, and I repeat your name in a low voice, and loud, and I want to scream, but I have votes.
My love for you is different from all the love stories, and I climb over the crowd and I feel on top of everything and I do not want you.
I lost my words, I lost my voice and I thirst for you.
My memory betrays me and I keep fighting it, I want all the times we had together, every hour and every minute should be entrenched in my memory forever.
From you I do not want to lose any bit, because you lose a crumb, it is as clear a chapter in my life.
My life, my little life that was so sad before you and who has become so beautiful.
Cracked blue, I've never been blue flower but I have become.
I want to remember everything, every moment, every sigh, every laugh and every silence. Circumstances

... These filthy circumstances tear thee to me, but no one can snatch you from me, you belong to me. "
I want you in my arms but circumstances .. And I defy
all circumstances and I defy all the taboos to keep you

Ps: post a daughter completely out of order, and I love it! and in fact: also love dior ..