It always rains when I'm happy (and vice versa)
Ok. Spend suicidal yesterday morning, finally go out tonight. So many times a week when I leave the house becomes two. The problem is that it is always bad weather when I have to do something, and, hell, we are in July. I know that God is angry with me for the flood of curses daily. Well, if it existed if it deserves. However, tonight Keep, without stories. After two years. In fact I have some 'anxiety presentation. Ah, how I have gentrified the two-year absence. Then I have to redo the tile arch at a time of hysteria because I cut across. Ok, officially "been lost".
Tonight I dedicate to my favorite sport (and the only always practiced) the lament. What
stress living. Dear
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