[Music: Gwendal]
[Mode: Melancholy]
I am in the midst of a dilemma, and the truth will not do.
I am at least a day to send this blog to waste.
Why?
not, and why not?
would lose everything ... rare a few years writing about me, what I felt, what I've seen, learned ... My impressions of life. But also understand that they can serve to be there. That serves no one can read what I thought 2 years ago because I doubt anyone even read what I think today. I've never had success with blogs and such things. You do not really have understood that this corner of the Internet had visitors, who could not find anything interesting here when I've already gotten to the point of sick of this corner where I've cried more than shared stuff.
What a waste of resources.
I guess it boils down to suffer from verbal incontinence amazing when it comes to having my problems. It's like having some kind of ... gastrointeritis sentimental. And I can not repress the cramps and what comes next, throw everything. I've never understood people who saves everything and has no one to not only help you but for the sheer pleasure of taking the crap and stay cleaner inside, feel the pleasure of ears that will listen, eyes that look at you and hands that soothe you. Able to look around when everything is gray and see a knowing smile, while not fix anything adds a touch of color and light at the moment. Really some people do not feel that? You really can be happy without caring about anyone?
The truth is that I no longer know what to do ... if I keep it all will finish pulling people down the street to tell my problems like crazy. Today at least not get to be happy with myself and only myself. And that's what I dragging years, something before I opened this blog.
I'm not brave, but I have no fear to tell you everything you want from me, I have no secrets of their own, do not feel naked or rather, I am not ashamed of that feeling, I have nothing to hide and I like to be transparent. But maybe I've been clear and I'm becoming invisible.
The point is that this space has completely lost its raison d'être because neither the memory. It has become the toilet of a bulimic sentimental, and the truth, I am very disgusted.
guess in the last throes had virtual ... Illusion? Hope? I have not clear ... that will at least serve some people to let them know how I feel. But hey, it is clear that whoever is interested in me has other means to contact me and really cared for me. Do not attempt to force anyone to ask how are you? every day, do not intend to force anyone to take interest in me. I already know, I see, who really tries to have a hole in my life and who not, who would look interesting and whom I can not.
And I think this is just a ghost corner deflected my wishes, it's time to kill, it's time to end this long agony.
So until he is able for once in my life to give the button "delete" I'll let this crap to air until oblivion.
the end the dilemma seems to me clear as writing ... I think compared with other decisions in my life at the end this is so simple.
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