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Fear, gloom, damned nuisance and something else ...

I slept all day ... my life is slipping hands. But how the hell do you miss the girne so? Why did I only wish of hanging under the covers? It almost seems afraid of the world, I do not know how to explain.
For example, I have a change of power, I say it, but always refer to the end, as if the fact of changing environment terrifies me ... of course, a little 'intimidating to me, but I do not understand this reaction, which seems to me disproportionate ... or maybe it's just the concept of prsto get up in the morning to go and attend to one thousand useless bureaucracies that I cut the legs (run away from trouble, escape ...).
I like the 'impression that my life has stopped, is in a stalemate, while I see the lives of people around me who continue to go, and I feel a lot '... it's frustrating as a helpless thing.
And I'm realizing that at the end of the day, I am a single person, socially sterile ... I do not have friends, of the real ones ... for goodness sake, what friends are normal, those with whom you feel sometimes, or even often, but in the end as the 'real' they give you very little ... or maybe I just pretend the nonsense, like to be there when needed, the 'one for the' other and not just as a one-way friendship ... here, I'm realizing that, in the absence of "other", for many people I'm there ... but when the 'other' back I finish on the back burner ... but I see the 'friendship in a 'other light? I mean, if I know someone for 20 years with this person and we have always been linked, at least I would expect the presence of the person concerned at any time ... because I have (in the sense of moral obligation / friendly or anything else ... because if not start at the complaints, the offenses ... phew!) always be there for everyone, and everyone should not always be there but only when they want / have time or better to do?
I think I shall see my priorities. And a great
is' to hell with all those people who know they are important to me and play with this, pull the rope, and more ...
Yes, I have to reconsider my priorities.

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Cold, rain and ...

raining ... and cold ... but why? In short, we are in mid-September, I see 's use of a climate like that! There should be damp, yellow leaves that fall, flocks of migratory birds ... but everything you see, since last night, it's just rain, rain and rain ... I'm bored.
Not that I do not like how the weather, but I get bored of things quickly dull ... maybe I'm spoiled.
little note on the title of LJ ... not about pornography, so anyone planning to come over here to delight your sight with little women nude practicing the 'horizontality, but not necessarily horizontal, they will be disappointed. Sour
Climax is intendre to a point of view, literally translated means "orgasm acid," but ... come on, do not formalizziamoci, we use synonyms and shades of meaning. Sour Climax is a nothing more and nothing less than the mere vision of life as it is for me, which is struggling with an alternation of feeling a bit cynical detachment essential to a very ... "Dariesca.