I'm running September 1 rare, and messy.
's almost like last September.
And obviously do not want the rest of my Septembers are equal.
cocoa I have a pretty nice head, to deny it, I'm lost.
not to do, no where, or when, or how ... I hate to be so because before I always had a plan.
guess in the end I'm a little hobbit and I like a good routine, or more like say, is as healthy for me.
was little I knew I had to go to class, then go to school, doing homework, reading, sleeping. A simple life for me completely happy.
was a little road through the woods that had a daily basis without concern, so comfortable that I could look to either side under the road. But I guess one day you have to go further, and as I was looking at the tops of the trees I went into a clearing. From there I found no such paths I started to climb up into the trees like that. But never get anywhere. I get nervous and I have fear, I feel lost, I look everywhere and just in case I bump into all the roots that encounter.
the end to clear her head down back where I started (or perhaps similar), I sit on a rock and put her head in her hands.
I guess I'm afraid to re-enter the woods, to feel fear, bumping, despair and back to clear.
little self-pity is that I do, but not ...
In its day, and I dealt with people who did not expect anything from life and I was eating could not help because it is clear that if one does not to help little can be done. But the worst is that I had to pass something. I do not expect nothing from life, rather I hope some of my. In part that I can stick this pessimism but on the other side it's just my fault, because I work, I have never worked, my mother has repeated many times and he's right.
have to do anything if I want to change (although last I left there without being able to change, with its thorns and wounds), but not the what or how ...
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