The new week is coming, looms like a nightmare that awaits you when the sun goes down and you sleep in shelters. Why you arrive with the second review of analysis, the destruction of which you can find traces in this blog a few pages back.
I developed a dull dislike about this thing, because I fear a goddamn, that task has made me a fucking scared, but tonight my gutted and re-opened the wound to my armor. Daughters do not want to do this, they want to know, understand, what I do and how I go, just for the fact that they are having to pay for their studies (and have no idea how this annoys me) and they see that things not as they should, and of course as they say little study. Now semprea bullshit to me to write it but I just can not do that, to study more of what I do, is like a mountain to climb with no cracks on which to cling. I can I even try to climb, but how do I? Every time I ritito defeated, surely, or the illusion of having conquisistato a temporary and partial victory.
And then there's that phrase that I drilled the head like a nail, "You have to understand what you want to be great."
No. I can not stand, as opposed to my mother, the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving things planned, iinseguire their arrival. It will be wrong but I want to leave any door open, I do not want to spend my time running after a condition of my life that is final. Who knows maybe it'll be great writer or run away to Africa to do something useful, or the political will or maybe, why not, I employed a simple but happy with his monotonous routine, his home and his family. I like all these alternatives but none of these, now Now, I wish it were forever and that siccuro. And the discovery? The fascination of the discovery of the mystery of being everything and nothing.
It 's true, I fear, I am weak, I can not pretend that fit the same, I can not make this sacrifice to apply to pass these three years and then decide what to see, have never been accustomed to having fight hard to get where I hoped. I left the room, I waited for them to finish what they had to say and then I ran away from those my faults are venito to take refuge in my closet in my pc, where I can be everything and nothing, where there is what I want to be and what they were, there is only an hour. It works, until the computer is on, but sooner or later I have to turn off. And will
Monday. I'm sorry. For my parents, for those who know me and especially my teachers I thought, why be so fragile I would let them down, not up to. Faced with the 1.8 I feel alone, why do not you know who to cling to climb, but I never feel quite alone, because I wish that the consequences of my mistakes falling only on me, and not on those around me.
do not know, I have not written everything I had into it but at least I wrote something, at least a little bit, I also cleared me, listening to Fabrizio De'Andrè writing, not a conclusion to this post, but forgive me, I do not know how go ahead.
Long live the crazy, protected by the Great Spirit.
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