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an unforgettable night But why continue ...

family no longer makes sense to use Windows as the operating system, now I will list a series of alternative programs in Ubuntu 10.10:

Windows -> Ubuntu 10.10

outlook thunderbird = \\ evolution (default) =

Explorer Firefox (default) \\ chromium

photoshop = Gimp Image Editor

Illustrator inkscape = \\ OpenOffice.org - Draw (default) =

WinRar Managing files (default) =

Mindmanager xmindmsn

aMSN messenger = \\ pidgin \\ Empathy (default) =

travian babysitter-Tavian AutoTask (firefox extensions ) \\ task queue (extensions firefox)

Transmission Bittorrent = (default)

Microsoft Office = OpenOffice (Default) \\ LibreOffice

iTunes = Rhythmbox (default)

Windows Media Player = Media Player (default) \\ vlc media player

FeedReader = liferea

acrobat reader = Document Viewer (default)

autocad QCad = \\ FreeCad

PS if you want to know if there is an alternative program to your favorite program just to write the program in the comments and I will show it to you.

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and even change my travel

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I watch the world go out there ...
I hear voices of happiness ...
smell home alone ... Tristessa
savor the city and ...
When I feel the only answer me cold skin

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henceforth shut my heart will give the darkness that surrounds me so do not suffer anymore.

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decision only you know you're Lei ..

I feel lost without you ... where you are ... now here is dark ... my star is falling ... my heart to fear ... scream your name in the night ... I shed a tear runs through the face and you do not come ... love me wherever you are ... without you I'm just ... between people are only ... are only in my bed ... I live alone with you alone.

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a caterpillar is beautiful

I saw a caterpillar ...

a beautiful caterpillar ...

but still a caterpillar ...

has now become a butterfly ...

such a beautiful butterfly that I find myself staring at it ...

but now flies away free.

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is back home and like every year is full of unmet expectations, loneliness, stress and crisis.

so that if it does not:

Christmas has now arrived but the work has stopped! here are the gifts given them, and delivered by the crisis: a box for breakfast with the flavor of integration, a rate to be paid into the pot for lunch. Life is made to scale for us at Christmas and it does not matter if you close another door. Here's an ass by bitter smile sends a special greeting to

GOOD CHRISTMAS

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find it close anyway ... I hope that covers I hope you do not see

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Wasting Time!

Good heavens, it's really true: the graphics of this blog is a bit disgusting and puts angoscia.Certo, it goes beautifully on my part that is troubled and desperately deep to write here!
MA, although this blog has not ever experienced in his life, I have another part a little more sociable and friendly!
and looks a bit, just today I had the wish to come here and kick my part very much hidden and write a speech a little less emotional and more fun! Why? Simple: I'm doing everything to avoid studying!
Come on, will soon begin, make myself a hot chocolate, a little bit and then I scriveggio immerse (as my professor said that bitch) in the studio! Yes, I have not misspelled, it is the one I'm sipping hot chocolate, I sfanculato my diet, so be the envy anorexic models to America's Next Top Model did not take me anywhere, and then I can not deprive me of my lifeblood that is chocolate, not until there is someone to cuddle in his place (I know that he will never come)!
Well, today is quite a good mood even though there are a billion reasons not to be, but November is ending, thank God! It 's been a month from most hated to the most loved, most hated and back to ! I love autumn, I do not doubt it, but this month just puts me in a bad mood, there's nothing I can do!
The school ... pff, I have to really talk about it? Goes wrong very badly, and soon there will be recommendations that will mark the end of me etc etc.. !
Love is as always a mess! There's this boy I like, that despite the thousands of plans made in order to finally know I have not ever saw for mezzosecondo! Destiny? Likely! And I admit that I still think so much of Nate and the whole thing in Australia, in short, how can I forget about it? My life was perfect there and I was happy!
Uhuh, how nice can say here freely without feeling that my eyes judge me! see? It 'nice to have a blog that nobody reads!
The friends are the only thing I'm not complaining, of course, all is well with Cles, and also with Simon, our famous love-hate relationship you say ended with a truce rather than peace, since we are talking about now everything and sometimes we go out together! I must say that I missed, and although I can not and will not trust her 100% is good value for what we have now!
Mariateresa & co are very sweet people, and even though I am locked out of my bloody anti-social, I feel good I just hope that is not a temporary thing! Lai
I miss so much, with the thousand things to do and nothing interesting to be told I never find time to make a phone call, but will make it soon! Then there
Giampà, I have not seen a life and I feel very little. Phew, but I have to do? I find myself so well with him, but I just can not find a little time to devote to him <.<
Beene ... After this I begin to think of being a bad friend! Luckily there are the songs of Christmas cheer me up morale! Yes, today I feel very Christmas and I look forward to the holidays arrive! I would like very much that this Christmas is memorable, I feel the warmth and affection, and then I would do lots of gifts to show that even I, after all, I am part of this family, or more generally lives of the people I love!
But how do I get money? I can not find a job, and given my poor grades in school, I begin to doubt seriously that I can find one that I will become rich because of my talents uu
not even have the money to pay for everything I have to pay , let alone to make gifts of at least remotely decent <.<
But now it is time to pull the hell, it's getting late and I still have not opened the book!
As the white rabbit: too late, too late!

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I could smell.

Cold shower?
No, worse: step back in time.
A simple, fucking song, and then returns it. The anguish, despair, the fear, the breath is lacking, the constant tears, the endless darkness, anger, especially RABIES. That damned angry that I was eaten alive, eaten, erased, filled with fear, upset. I had hit rock bottom, I was practically lying there crying. But the thing that I can never forget that tunnel was dark and dead, that sense of despair that the end had come but he could not give me peace. I think back to my bones, my flesh, as I had come to hate them because they were the only thing that kept me tied here. My bones, my lovely bones protruding. Think of the pounds lost, locked up in hell when me and the rest of the world could no longer see it. Resignation, I remember those songs played constantly full of anger, I remember my tears cold, my hands were frozen and all I felt cold even though we were in August. I remember the days unnecessary, the minutes still, my bed and my room were not mine, not mine anymore, simply because I was not there anymore. I remember the fear that I am petrified.
was hell, and I remember us back.
I'm afraid. I'm afraid of anything. I will not be affected. I do not want to be afraid. I do not want to remember. I do not want to suffer. I can not ... I can not let anybody near. I do not want no one beside me, because ... I'm afraid.

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WTF?

Wow. Yuck. And this should be my new blog?!? But because of those pricks Windows Live Space had to turn my diary that only I and the chosen few could read (even if it ever did) in this stuff? I do not want to close my own blog, but this? This is not at all inspiring, and I do not hate him and mirrors! These are days that I try to make it decent, but there's nothing to do, and will remain one sucks sucks! <.<

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Liv.

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I do not know to be patient. This I understand.

Why this anger, because this disappointment, uncertainty, disgust, incomprehension, fatigue, apathy, rejection, intolerance, anger, irritation, disappointment, rage, annoyance, aggression, impatience, arrogance?
Why are due to return to this place worse than they are playing? I do not want all this hate, hate the spaces that surround me, I hate people around me, but most of all hate me. I hate it because I wanted to be different and there is no success, I hate it because I wanted it for me and I wanted it to others. I hate myself for so many reasons that I can not understand it myself and this hatred is eating me alive, has already taken all the crumbs of happiness that I had brought with her. Although I believe that happiness after two seconds that I put my foot in reality is gone, pulled off the chest with a hardness absurd. From people I love, by people who should love me. What else should I say? I want magic, and I can not have it here, and I do not see why I should kill it, suppress it. All I can say is "hold on, because all these moments will be rewarded by disgusting than pure happiness."
I want a baseball bat. I do not want to wait. I want it now.

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I got a promise, that as usual I have not kept. I wanted at all costs be different when I returned, I wanted to be that girl so sweet, mysterious, strong, kind and puzzling that I have always dreamed of. But apparently a month away and a little color in your hair was not enough, but should have. Maybe I have to dig deeper, perhaps my appearance before I change my soul, maybe you just have to close my account I left open for too long, and maybe we should do so with a letter.
The largest deal to be concluded in my life know it all. I know my walls, my bed, the doors of my wardrobe, my school desk, all the schools, people that were part of my life and that are gone, those that have never been, and his girlfriend. Here indeed, his girlfriend and him.
Here, I thought that you had closed for a while, but the truth is that Dante has never ceased to love Beatrice, and this is perhaps one of the greatest fear that haunts me, so I guess I will for the first letter you, Ciccio.

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October 13, 2010 September 23, 2010 September 23, 2010

Letter # 1

Hey,
I must admit that the beginning was really hard, I had not the faintest idea how to call you. Over the years I have called you in so many ways, but the fact is that you are no longer Ciccio few years probably, and simply call with your name makes me too weird, I feel so far away, and yet are not so fortunate as to be able to detach myself so much.
Now I could spend hours writing a long letter and a book, I did not post any kind of limit, but I feel that my farewell is shorter than expected.
Since that day, probably in May, when I noticed a lot of emotions I felt seeing you, meeting, thinking, ricodandoti. Most of the time I think I've cried and esermi felt useless, helpless, weak and not worthy of your consideration. At other times, but I smiled, thinking how I was sweet and tender, but if you say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I believe it for a little sweetness. At other times I felt so much anger and disgust that I was missing my breath, but do not worry because the hatred in fact most of the time was secretly sent to me for not being able to Essert height, or fail to heal from that fucking addiction. But for every moment, every emotion he felt for you was always based on the fact that I have loved you. I loved you. I still write "I know it may seem exaggerated told by a thirteen year old, but it's true." Now that phrase does not seem so crazy to me because I have almost 18 years. They are large enough to three months to go halfway around the world alone and work, are large enough to have decided my future, and then for the "people" should be big enough to love. Yet, I still feel that at times thirteen, maybe that's why I keep close to you, although I'm a ghost in your life. A ghost that you can see through very well, even if you get that look on him sometimes makes me euphoric and extremely uncomfortable. I stop for a moment to think. These things should not I write this farewell letter, but I do not know what to write, maybe I should give up, delete everything. I stop, look at the screen the way I look at you. So decided, reasonable and not despair. A look worthy of Liv Taylor. And you know, she had decided to write this letter, you shed the weight and therefore I must and will go through.
Now I can think of that until a few days ago, everything that happened to me was trying desperately to show it in some way to get your attention as if I were shown to be at least a little bit special. I feel so stupid and pathetic if you think about it. It should not happen again. Make
and be part of my life, this is something I have to accept me even if it is a bit difficult, but what I want is to go forward. Do not resist until the day that happens, or try to forget and live a new life without you. I want you to stop being my point of support, my hometown as were a few months ago. I do not deny that a part of me would still like to sit on the steps of the porch and wait for the sunrise with you, but there is another part that wants to strongly did not want. There is a part of me that wants to look into your eyes when passing, composure and not get excited, and continue to move forward without going the whole day thinking about it and disturbed. That part of me also wants to stop smiling when he hears mention your name, giving certainty to any of those feelings I feel for you in a while we all now are aware of. Easy to do well here, look so easy when I see you then determined whether all security breaks down and I still feel that little girl, and I still beat the smile, and you appear in my dreams. But going forward, not "go", "change", "will be different", no verb in the future, only present. I'm tired of waiting for something to change, I'm tired of waiting to be transformed from Cinderella to Princess, I'm tired of these dead times, I'm tired of being tired. This change must take place now, and just because you know, do not ever let your girlfriend to look that way.
Goodbye Luke, but above all, goodbye Ciccio. Get ready to be part of the background of my life and no longer be the central character. I've done with you.

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September 19, 2010 August 14, 2010 August 4, 2010

not want to return to Italy.
have already passed 'two weeks since I started living my dream and I realize that time is passing too fast. I do not want, I do not own.
Every moment, good or bad it is, I have lived with the intensity 'of a hurricane. I felt at home, I felt loved, I felt alone, I felt lost in a place never seen before, I was angry, I was carefree, I have to try things and I think (and hope) still a lot to prove . But there 'one thing that never changes, the fact that I do not want to return. I miss understand everything the first time, I miss pick up the phone, go out and organize something, I miss having friends who know me well, I miss being understood, but other than that ... I do not miss anything. I know that when I come back 'I'll feel' always a fish out of water, I know I will have to 'just get by putting together the pieces of a million things that are shattered because' others do not bother to keep it all together, take care more 'other than myself, chasing people, being sick, see the where there is no good ', always not quite hear, walk and see only concrete, with no smiling face, with no one stops you to say "I love your shoes!", or whatever that Josh sits next to you and begins to talk without making an idiot to try and take without shamelessly. without a family again, without someone who cares for my breakfast. I'll have to 'go back to all this, I'll' return to be switched off and without hope. And I do not want such a thing. 'Cause here I'm fine,' cause this wrong and 'my fault, not the other, not because' people are too stupid and closed minded and do nothing but block the road. Tornero 'in the damn place. Good heavens, I'd do anything to stay here any damn thing. Funds passes the will to live, really, especially when you realize that's not you have something wrong, but that place. I get anxiety if I think I will have to 'leave all this. A sister, a sister and a brother, an uncle who is 'almost a grandfather and another and' as a father, a great father. And the green, the streets, the houses ... the train where he meets every day someone special. Even music, when listening here has something magical. But maybe I have something magical here, something that will soon have to 'leave. And here we would be perfectly a sigh of resignation and silence, 'cause really, there' more to say. I do not want to have to leave my house, I will not.

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Time after time I think it's just no good, sooner or later in life, the things you love you loose.But you got the love I need to see me through.

They say that sometimes, if you believe enough, dreams come true. I think it is worth the same thing for the nightmares. And so I returned to
my room in my house in my town, my country, at least from what it says on my passport, after 5 weeks of dream. Not everyone gets to realize my greatest dream, right? But it happened to me, I did, and now it is already over. Do not hide my disappointment for my return, however I think that is perceived by my words. I returned the sour girl tired of the world. But I think this will not last long, because years ago in Oxford two weeks have changed me deeply, think what will my 5 weeks in Melbourne.
to soften and let me live to remember it was enough to put on a song and hear the first notes of the piano. There are so many memories of those weeks, so many people that just would not want to leave. Happiness, that's what I tried.
leave Italy and come with the stifling heat of the night with heavy rain, to see those smilies I had not seen for some time, others that I had never seen but which were already part of my life, see the sky always seemed so close and so full of stars, the vast roads, the green meadows in front of houses, strictly to a plan, those heaters on the ground on which you could sit there. And then the big city, the skyscrapers, the subway is always full of people so kind, Flinder Street Station and its colors, the streets and shops are always open, the street artists that you did move, the guy with the bass that I've never seen and what with her smile I had improved the day. And yet the sound of dry leaves underfoot, people who smile, those who sat near me on a bench and decided to keep me company, orders that were behaving as if they were my older sister who lent me a dress for the My first date, go out alone and do not feel at all alone All this was only the backdrop to my happiness. Small gestures, small habits that made me feel too good. Some examples? I could never finish. Hot chocolate with marshmallows, appointment with a Tim Burton film rigorously and my cousin who was like a sister, sit at the table and stay in thirteen and begin to feel that my aunt sclera Single Ladies dance with my brothers, the small and treacherous Paris, Maison adoration, a forty year old that although it was already known for two days my "daddy" special, and Ingrid which soon became a mother figure. The many places where they took me, the ocean and its vastness, the icy water in spite of everything I made you want to throw myself with all the sweat, racing on the beach with the little Paris, and his moments of sclero all the times that made me angry, high fever and moments of crisis, caused solely and exclusively by the presence of my mother and the absence of friends, awareness want to come back and want to rip that return ticket. Starbucks and Hungry Jacks, the library and the huge shopping malls, the Stella McCartney dress, a marriage in which, for the first time, I have not heard too, the magnificent Brianna, all that I had more courage, and the recitation the door broken into, then the last room and all the tears at the airport who could not stop, and every little thing was so clear and magical, and even I was.
Now I'm here in the same room of a life, trying to change it as much as possible, trying to make it more similar to what could have been there when I'm with a lump in the throat caused by tears retained the phone, not make them feel what the real answer is really so different from "I'm fine."
I realize that I did not need to hide anything there, all the tears flowed, I was not just me to be aware of. Here, I had promised myself that this was the action more beautiful, happy and magical of all, but there is nothing cheerful, beautiful or magical in the telling of a dream final.

[on air: Hold on - Michael Buble]

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Woah. Beautiful in comparison to my life seem almost boring. So many things are happening and I feel so alive I can not make anything anymore. I would like to spend a night here and talk and talk and talk about everything, but I do not have time tomorrow I have to go to work. Yes, work. It must tell you of things.

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Here I am. Midnight and forty-five, southern hemisphere, read, notebook, sandwich bread 'and nutella. I'm living in a dream.
reading the last post I realized, my dear blogguccio, with upgrades that we are at 0! Sorry sorry sorry, I was so 'busy I lived and so 'many moments out of the ordinary that I had just put his head here trying to figure out something. I'm not justifying (okay maybe a little bit you!), I'm just saying that I thought but I lived. And I 'like, and how and if I' liked it!
you do a little reminder and I will not dwell more 'from time' cause I did things I can not even write here! Who would have thought? (:
I worked as an assistant photographer. I went out at 3 am in hiding. I had a story. A wonderful story. I came out of hiding with a boy. I was betrayed. I have lived the last days of Funds intensely. I looked the clouds by a lawn with someone. I greeted my friends. I said goodbye to someone even if every single cell of my body was trying to oppose, he sought to remain trapped in that embrace. .. And a few hours after Australia. Fiumicino Airport, the Australian company orientale.Dubai.Singapore.Pioggia arrival. Good heavens, I could continue this list forever and emotion in every single letter that I add.
(to be continued)

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July 24, 2010 July 11, 2010 July 11, 2010

"Goodbye My Almost Lover, Goodbye My hopelss dream. I Should've Known You Give Me heartcache, Almost lovers always do."
trying to recover from last night, it was so intense. Yet when I woke up this morning I thought I lived a nightmare, can not be true. All this is too surreal. Switching from one extreme to the other. Do not you move from a Fine Frenzy Lady Gaga, from my mother saying "Why are you so happy today?" I bet there is something underneath!: D "to" What are those tissues? Do not tell me you cried all the time! " Thus, in one night. Also this page goodbye to me I have to, because it was an important thing for me. Yet it all seems too weird to think that in two weeks there will be no one that I appreciate that. I find it really ironic.
"We can see us sometime?"

No. Why did I say? Why my answer is always no wrong. I waited until he insisted, but he did not. Allow to remain there, immagino.Non go. Without waiting for him to speak, I went over him, to get on top first. But when I arrived at the top of the stairs and I turned around he was gone. No need now is a tragedy. E 'success. The misfortunes happen, no ?

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Sfacciata, safe, perhaps too superficial. The girl has become a real bitch.
The answer is no, I do not go away, do not leave this place, I do not let myself. Among the dead worse, to abandon this space is located on the first posto.Sono safe here, I can be myself. Can I tell the truth and never having to say "I'm fine." I can talk freely. Regarding the fact that, even when I wake up some morning and I'm satisfied, I can feel that emptiness rows silently in my breast. I know it's there, waiting for something, anything, the smallest signal in my days to find a way that allows him to get out of my hand dark. Spreading from the chest to get to every corner and when it comes to the head ... I ended up with defenses destroyed, with no possibility of help. People do not understand it. It is not an overreaction, you lose a battle in a long war dark. So you basically do not win this war, are already so tired. I know that someday I will. It will not be a tragedy, my heart just decide it's time to stop pumping poison into the veins. That will be the day when people will know, once and for all, not the strong person that they think. It will be the day when people will know that every time he asked me how I was the best I could crop was lying. It will be the day when finally decide I've become too much off, too dull so I could raise, the day when I return I will be free from the darkness and the light that I missed so much. I can talk about that day here without anyone to call me crazy.
But we go beyond.
I would like to talk about it now, now that the wound is fresh and beautiful that I can feel the pain well, but at the same time I realize they are too fragile and confused, is the effect that the cold showers make me like this. This is the punishment for being rather superficial, for believing that it was all there, for treating him as oject. Liv Karma, Karma. Works only when it suits you, you know. Of course it has concocted a good plan this time. He started with a dream to be realized, and finished with a realizzato.Ma was wrong. It was a fucking child when he came here, there was time, there was plenty of time to this world and yet it's been years, years to live our lives without being attacked almost never noticed. And then here. Then two weeks before, hell, two weeks before he left for good, I started to feel something strong. And I think that he died from a lot behind. And I stupid, it's nice but who gives a fuck. Give me your soul because people see me as a useless bitch and I just can not go beyond the envelope, and then what do I do? The exact same thing? It was just bothering to respond to a "we" Liv, what the fuck! No really, I can not talk now. End in tears for him. C'avrei not have believed you.

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"Let me die now. Please, please let me morire.Lascia to finish everything."
"If you tell me as you breathe as deeply as I believe you?"

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to the point that I hear noise, so that it is too late. When I was


I had a little down to write letters. Letters true, made of paper, crumpled and ruined. They were not meant to be placed in an envelope and mailed with a stamp, preserved in a box and all I was hoping that that box was delivered to someone some day. The arguments that passive treatment from the most mundane to the deepest, and there was a purpose to all this, not to mention the recipient then. The famous "man of my life." I wrote to him, because I wanted to talk to someone I could trust, someone I could listen to someone, even if I had not the faintest idea who he was that someone. Then I stopped. I do not know why, I do not know when, and I honestly do not know where the damn box full of words. The only certainty I had was that the person I had heard was a person I loved. Of course I was a kid absurd.
And now with the letters I gave up, but when I have my ipod, and my summer night I want to come here and write, write. A thousand things to tell you, to tell you many things. I do not know why, I had made the promise not to write more than you want to keep, I is not falling, I'm not wrong, nothing like that. But here, I'd love you to listen to me. Although I feel that would be totally subjective, because I see everything through different eyes now, I'm seriously happy ... and I do not know either. I just want to talk, talk during these nights. Why yes, because I like it, because I now I know for sure. You are my anchor point. It sounds like a sentence really sickly sweet, and actually it is. But so, when I feel lost when they are no longer sure of anything I remember who you are and therefore know exactly who I am. Do not ask how all this nonsense to happen, but it is. You're my hometown. And this statement I am not here to explain it, is a theory that I came out in a chat night. You know what? Now if we were one of those American TV show you'd be sitting outside the steps leading to the veranda of your beautiful villa and I would come to you with something to drink, I would sit next to you, you smile and make their dawn talking and joking. No kisses, no romantic phrases, no declarations or effect profondamente.Solo things as a teenager in love with you and me, because I should be so, because it would be nice. Instead I wonder what'll be combined at this time. It does not really matter anyway, wherever you are, smile back.

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June 30, 2010 June 29, 2010 June 25, 2010

There's really no way to reach me, cause I'm Already Gone.

- You know it's harder to get into depression for people who hear Kesha? The music that plays ... but you are different. Does not make you sleep at night and your heart beats wildly.
- Yes, but Kesha can not explain what I feel, I live on a totally different planet.
-Si, it is true, she is much more superficial, but she is happy and people who listen to his music are quiet .. you should think a bit about!
- You're asking me to be superficial, to listen to that kind of music? I can not do a thing, could not even if I wanted. I am not able to be the blonde of the party, that in his town is loved and respected by all. I am the anti-social, although not even like me, I'm just like, I can not and I can not change. They are too complicated even for myself, unfortunately, is all written in my DNA. I tried to be a positive person sometimes, to be one who thinks the very best, but it always ended in a terrible way, I always come back so ...
- So broken, broken. It 'just the point. It is not a question of character, you know it and do not understand why you keep denying it to yourself, you were always smart. It 's a disease called depression, and you're inside the neck up. It 's been a year, and you're in the same miserable conditions. You are not improved, indeed. I understand that at first I could only think it was an affair of the heart went wrong, but you know very well that that was not the problem. It was not that he loved, and even when they were together You feel so alone and you could not, could not just to have a relationship with someone. Oh come on, you even stopped to eat, you lose pounds and pounds in one week, and God only knows what would have happened if you had not stopped. I know that you have not stopped by the mirror, you have stopped because most did not see the sense of niente.Da that day you have not stopped eating, you stop living. And now you come to the point where not even your family recognize you more and you can not, you just can not let him see what you have inside. Killing you, you can not negarlo.Loro can not see it, but I know that you can see all the symptoms of depression on te.Tu need help and I can not give it to you because are too fragile to sustain anything so great, because it is' something so big.
- and I hear that Kesha is the solution to all this? Do you really believe that an act so stupid that makes me heal? You said that this is serious, how can you expect me to go out there alone as if nothing had happened? It is not easy and will not work. I can not talk to anybody, and I do not do well. But what should I do? I have not the faintest idea, all I want to do is listen to my music that depresses you so much and cry. There is nothing against this, and now leave me alone and bring your hopes elsewhere. All this will not change and do not understand why you inflict so much to say otherwise. I tried listening Kesha, but everything I write is a silly little tune that sticks in my head. I already gave up my dress to be more in "peace" with others and not to be excluded and the only result that I got is that I have not the faintest idea who I am and what I want. I am confused and scared, and always will be, I do not think this can change. The person who was so mature and calm when talking about him I liked a lot, but I do not think that will ever exist.

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I like the air here. Goes much, much better. It is more fresh atmosphere of dark summer nights that never go out! I just got news that made me nauseous, but I do not want to talk about this. Tonight I just want me & me.

"And maybe a Does not include a happy ending guy,
... maybe it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over,
Freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending
is ... ... just moving on. Or maybe this is the happy ending, after
Knowing all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the
blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment,
You Never Gave Up Hope. "

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know what I like my blog? What if someone just did not think you know what turns me on the head, would find it right here for word for word. written all over a stupid digital page a few years. A normal person fall away, pay in order not to see their dicks flat-spotted on the Internet as if they had anything "good heavens! I wonder how many people would read them, it would be too embarrassing!" . But not for me. Because seriously, as there are people who read this blog? A? Two? The second would probably be my imaginary friend. Because the truth is not nothing to fuck anyone that comes into my head, and this I say very well. But both would be the same, because nobody would read, right?
And yes, the answer is yes. It makes me angry. First because it was not. Because before there was someone who cared, because before there was someone who wrote under The most idiotic things Scazzi starting with a "mon amour" and all was well. Because before there was someone who just read something and two seconds later he stood there waiting for the explanations of this world. Now what? Now nothing, and I'm not paranoid. I ended up in this state and the fault is not mine, not my fault. There is no one now, and it is useless to regret when you read these words if you read the words and think "but I am, because I do not calculate?". Well, I'll calculation. And not a little, I calculated, I was there always, fucking always, is not now, because if you were me I would not be here writing these things, are not idiot looking for attention. You put a huge distance between us, you've made you, because I have done everything to near you, even when I should not really be there. And what do I get in return? Fucking. Silence. And those silences are not beautiful, because I know you do not like them, and that took me by the ass and criticism until his death when they are not present. Beautiful stuff. Really, congratulations. So yes, I am angry with you. Because really, there are people who treat you like shit and broke it always did and you're there to lick his ass, to feel bad for them. How many times have you been bad for me, exactly? No really, elencamele. Because I think that really can make a fist good idea. Probably you will not feel concerned even taken at this time. Why do not you know what goes through my head, because you do not care. You have someone to have fun now, and I no longer needed. And when I told you I thought it was just my fucking fear. Apparently it was not. How can God's sake? I do not do the "pussy" I say what I think, my goodness. And I'm not ashamed to say that I'm wrong, I'm not ashamed at all. Why do I care, and so if you excuse the stupid show with kisses, tivibi of cock and other of that crap that I feel totally useless. That, among other things, I had become bent while these gestures to make you understand something, but you must not essertene even noticed. And now I'm tired, because it brings me to life excessive force. No use pretending, needless to print a forced smile on his face, needless to organize, striving and hope. I'm the only one to fight this war, and we know that the battles against the walls are totally useless. You can not kill anything. So, enough, stop fighting. I do not believe anymore. To our friendship. Friendship.

John Cryer Earns Per Episode

Well, starting the endless nights where you just that song and that wonderful fresh air of summer nights to give you the serenity you've been looking for a full year. Now we start with this new year, from the days when just last year I let myself be dragged down, in a vicious circle. This time to listen to a song I have, and it is beautiful, nice and fresh. I just remember these evenings, and perhaps this is why as soon as I heard I heard the frenzy that I had not felt for some time. Yet it is not tied to any memory, but already I am excited. There will be something nice to remember this time, no?
And then we go. Lighter. More optimistic. More hopeful. More frightened. But the important thing is to jump headlong into life. And that's what I'm going to do, and I bet with great results. I am afraid of many things, but I'm sure I'm not a fool, I will not make the same mistake twice.
I'm going to talk about him, hopefully for the last time. I am not angry or disappointed. Stay with her, I'm doing right, though sometimes I lose more than a thought about you, what you're doing or thinking. But that's okay, I know there will always be. But less and less painful. And this I can accept. Now we would perfect the phrase "I stopped thinking about it now, but I do strange dreams." Not quite true, because I have not totally stopped thinking about you, but I do a lot less than some time ago. But I do a lot of strange dreams, it's heartbreaking, sometimes it seems that you want to tell me something, something we've never had the chance to tell us. But this is something crazy, and you still have time to think about everything that you would have told me that I should have known do not have it, I know. Which then, now that I think, we must be one of the greatest stories that were never written. Sometimes I fill my head with "what if ..." too many people did interfere when not needed, they reacted useless and unnecessary things said, and then it was enough that you had a little more and I will in a little less fear and all, perhaps, would go as it should. But just think about it now, it's gone as he could. I do not forget that promise, but maybe it's to put it aside, I will write it on a post-it, one of the yellow ones that you must have seen, and put it in the closet. And now let's move on, without anger and without malice, just ... go ahead. I really want the best for you and want to see you happy, always. Now after all these sickly sweet, there would be a hug, but one of those friendly, mutual agreement that would not have anything. If it could talk I bet you would say "I gave it my all, I have sacrificed so much even when I should not, but even I have not gained anything at all from the pain, despite everything, it is worth it. I do not care, where I, with whom I will be. You'll always be the person who would marry the next day if you only ask me . Although, I admit, I am moved to write some of these things (are you really good to make me cry like a baby) do not have to be something terrible and painful, no?
Come on, smile and go beyond . I promise that I do.

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The real mouthful

The City of Sorso and its territory, the heart of Romangia, offering visitors the chance to live "experiences of being" based on a unique and diverse artistic heritage, archaeological, environmental and nature of which you can fully enjoy all the year.
The extensive sandy beach, flanked by a beautiful pine forest, where even weave band, behind the stunning dune compendia, junipers, pines, scrub and dwarf palm trees, the charming pond Platamona and a system of hills from which you can enjoy breathtaking views, fertile lands cultivated carefully, and local agricultural products of high quality; an impressive array of medieval old town and friendly people, hardworking and hospitable, they need a few presentations and no preamble, just waiting to be lived intensely.
Sorso is a city of about 15,000 inhabitants located in the northwest of Sardinia near the Gulf dell, a short distance from the sea and not far from Sassari, the provincial capital, geographical region within a sub named of Romangia . His is a land full of suggestions to live, to breathe through the sights and smells of the seasons, the ancient streets of the city, the countryside, coast and dell'incantevole in which the guest has always its reception of a hardworking people, jealous of a historical, cultural and linguistic proudly preserved and handed down. The simplicity of the rural culture and a strong sense of hospitality, are values \u200b\u200bfor which Sorso and Sorsensi are known and appreciated beyond the borders of Sardinia. (1156)

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