I listen to low, I think that people have all'insensibile accuracy to predict fun of you, us. Another bit of evidence of what, at times, human beings know how to be cruel and without the slightest touch.
Why? I do not understand.
I think of that people who say "I do not give a shit. You're welcome. None of them.", Because they say it is really so? If true, it would be very sad, but also easy.
I do not believe (ingenua!).
I actually do not want to believe (but I suspect). Stop having, albeit short, trust in others is sad. I continue to hope and, in fact, I still take it richly in the ass. Not only I, could I make a couple of obvious examples of people sensitive, gentle and unhappy.
But anyway, it is clear, is not a complaint, maybe rightly so. After all, hello. I mean, why should I complain. Sticazzi, I take it in the ass? Vabeh Eh, hello. It goes on. fuck! hate, hate those who complain (the most plaintive, then, are those who have nothing in lamentarsi.Cosa obvious, but it must be said. O. O)
Why? E 'then true that the good guys do not matter a fuck?
What injustice santiddio! What a sadness.
'm pessimistic? Maybe
objective, I do not know, But they are certainly a lot more (so) some people just ready to judge.
Ah yes, uh, I would have to say. I will refrain. I think it's best not to make explicit references to people or events, then maybe you can hear someone pissed off for some writing brought her over here, well I do not own neither the desire nor the time. I do not care what you think. Perhaps even sucederebbe, but who knows. Maybe there's already someone reading these my little ramblings which has the already found a few references. Well aware that it is not, send an instant ego at home and know that here I do not mean no one, including me, nor you.
only Son thoughts.
Thoughts. Son thoughts are.
How important are thoughts? How important are the words you say? They come And maybe if you misunderstood? Communication is one of those things that we all take for granted, we do automatically. How many errors do. It's actually one of the most difficult, dangerous and Machiavellian I know. Perhaps if you think about the power of communication can be frightening. Maybe that's why I avoid the dialogue (what true, because for the rest, tatissimo and communicate with many different people, not so fake, but even so true. I can not explain this. Help. ).
will then be true that I do it? Or is it just an excuse to justify those who do not listen to me? Or to justify not listening to me?
Maybe I'm afraid.
Maybe, maybe I'm afraid.
are only thoughts.
not just the thoughts scare me, are the facts, the news. What is happening and what I know accaddrà , because some things are already established. A path that repeats itself. A nightmare that begins and it is not only my nightmare. Who knows, who knows how it will end. I'm not afraid of facts. I'm not afraid of the tragedies, I'm not afraid of misfortune, even death.
I'm afraid of things unsaid, of restless thoughts, anscosti of thoughts, words frintese, the tricks and secrets. They bring trouble.
Woe.
never come alone, but alone -ultimately- be addressed. Here we go again, I said something super obvious, that the trouble in the end, there is ffronta alone with yourself, well, checazzata, we all know. I hate myself when I say some shit. "Troubles never come alone", after this I really would take a round of applause for taking the piss. Hello.
Hello, I discovered the hot water.
The bad news, at Christmas, I seem even more evil.
arrived and I was studying.
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