I'm satisfied. Lie. Should be more this or that. Then, on the train, always on the train, some rest. I meet former lovers, I grabbed the arm of the old covered those who are shot, I stick to my road book and head out directly to the library. All alone, although this is a long time, the moment I'm more together. I have no food, and binge and did not subside even let me spend the whole day thinking about how much you get fat. Do not get away from the anguish of things invisible. The loneliness is still there, the feeling of inferiority is still there, the fear of rejection. Leo
articles on muscle shells, floating cameras that are enclosed to alguonoscalm down. And I do not know, it's as if he believed that an occupation is going to change my character. It is true that I am quiet, I'm not carefree, nor bold, which I'm rather neurotic and obsessive perfectionist. Then I see shy people being interviewed on TV, and does not seem so bad.
noises and movements of my mother, hateful, hateful as they can be. Sign my sister on stage, with that air of superiority that inspires me, and I can not look into her eyes, I have not painted anything here. Now I realize I have spent my life believing that if he fails again to throw the family, never getting to feel part of any site. Once I said and I quote myself, not even the body is our territory.
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