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the Pereta

is said Pereta a woman of medium-low social class who aspires to have behaviors that make her appear more of a draw, but in this case reveals that only its ignorance and lack of sciarm especially if caught in the most instinctive and natural gestures.

to note the grace with which the wall unit wear heels. Note the male friends of the wall unit. Specimens lamp even in December with breasts exposed 365 days a year, strangely shiny faces excessive use of face cream and hair gel from plastic.

Pereta has neither the taste nor opinion, but despite everything he wants to reiterate its mysterious intelligence, rather inteliggenza . Dreams of love, from the romantic phrases as TVTB , TAT , 3msc and so on. He falls in love only when treated as a whore, as her intelligence ... uh, sorry, inteliggenza does not allow to understand the concepts of respect, decency and self-esteem.

Pereta also expressed the opinionated opinions to the copies other than its usual circle. Do not try to reason with her, unless you are convinced that one day Aldo Biscardi able to have a perfect diction or Giampiero Galeazzi able to refuse their cannibalistic instincts.

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is peaceful ...

do not know why but I can think of a song by Drupi (but that will ever end? Vabbe 'classic questions that no one wants to give an answer and if you think you know why I miss you, will you ask) which, among other things, not even I like, in which he spoke of a pleasant awakening.

Well this morning my pleasant awakening student fuoricorso (oh is not that I do not do shit eh, I'm studying!) Has been completely destroyed. Chatting with my friend talking case for the thesis and I find that if you do not return the application by the end of the month are practically FUCKING I examine literature on July 4, I still have a mess of stuff to do ( and 24, there is seratone in Ostia, which I know I'll have to give up SLUT SLUT THAN ). Not to mention that upon examination of the four I have another 12. So I'll have an exam in SEVEN DAYS.

only one word I remember. ANXIETY .

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anxiety

surrounded by hypocrisy, by stupidity, immaturity. Need consistency, but do not know whether by others or by yourself, the anxiety that comes back to bite after a while 'missing.

I feel like going back in tempo. Al momento non so che fare e scrivo qualche riga. Proprio un minuto dopo aver pensato di chiudere questo posto. Allacciare rapporti fittizi, quasi come accennati, "digitalizzati"... ha un senso? ha un senso chiederselo? è un'altra sega mentale? ho bisogno di questo? di cosa ho bisogno?

il tempo da qualche mese scorre senza farsi notare, scivola addosso senza lasciare niente tra le mani. Punto le speranze sul futuro, ma invece di muovermi aspetto che mi investa. Colpevolizzarsi, cercare di farsi del male, forse perché è la cosa più facile da fare, è qualcosa da fare per riempire questo vuoto inesorabile.

looking for someone to help me, but I do not know if it is right to do so, I feel ridiculous to ask for help. This reeks of bad fake. Yet it is this. But I know I should not be there.

maybe I am wishing that it is fake.

hate this post.

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stubborn

"... and if there are seven girls for every man, watch me play I'm meeting all crazy ..." Fabri Fibra

"... I lost time in fantasies, suspended, imagining ghostly alchemy I Myself as such.

have the vice of obstinacy, not to me ever won. Of insisting one thing to the limits of idiocy and exasperation. By chance I find myself in absurd situations, well, actually the fault is not to discharge completely the case.

illusion and hope, hope that leads to the illusion, behaviors that become forced. Then the moment you realize and say, "but Who the fuck am I doing this? ".

but who the fuck am I doing this?