yet another argument with my mother .. will be that I'm used to .. but was so stunned that I did not happen .. .. always makes me want to cry a rage, to take my few things and leave, go really far away from Here, in a nearby town, yet far away.
today when we dreamed up our house, our studio, what will be. I fear that the dream may turn away from time to time, which is always there, feasible, however, that it flows over time, no more September, no longer even next year, I do not know when, and in this situation that I wish it were even more that time, because everything is different with you, I notice in 3 days and a half in Rome, that our life together is just magical, and I hope that really, for some miracle, in September we will already be there to pack up the few Things to bring with us, or at least the following September.
say it's easy to wait, but I'm not staying here anymore, I say get out of the urge to run up to her. is odd, as almost all the people I talk to us I say the same thing, go, go together everywhere, but together. Some say I think you too, then look at me and realize that we are thinking about me, why do not I want more things like that happen tonight, because it's ugly, she's sick I'm sick, I want a healthy relationship with my parents, but I can not do more, go from one extreme to another, good and evil evil evil evil good, and I know they are good parents, but often now I can not digest it. Perhaps you are right, my mother, as saying for some time I should go show me, maybe I find something really wrong, that was wrong.
maybe I should.
and my conscience says no, rebels against this. are a dickhead, touchy, egotistical and stubborn, grumpy and rispondevole, yet it is romantic love and sincere, stubborn, positive, a strange mixture, I'm a human being.
be and this feeds on emotions, love, and I fell in love with the right person, the most fantastic person I know and do not say this is because my girlfriend, because all those who know her recognize her specialty, the his being higher than all of us.
and I want to live with her, feed her more than it already does.
and now I am so, because when we fight it thus becomes sad, even more in need of ale because he always manages to make peace. Perhaps I really need a psychologist, perhaps these photos are not really normal.
do not know even what I write, my fingers are still ticking on the data and I follow, promoting their noise, and in this state so I renew my love, because it is true that even if I tell you all the time you know, but the even tell you, I write, I feel better.
so forgive me apologize to my mother from me because I'm too proud to do so, ale salute with his hand and tell her that I love
because it's really thanks to you I do not throw out the window on nights like this
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