Grave is another thing, I think as I hit the steering wheel to the front, I have to call Gabi who came from Europe, I remember when I go out the window and the volume to mourn strongest in the car. Be bad about this is a routine, I can continue my daily thoughts as I grieve for the eternal. Sole arrived and not even have to wonder what happens to me, telling me the same sentence as me psychologist and I answer, from the outside all looks so clear what I can not see. Despairs as tasteless cheese spread a cookie on the water, "what you have to understand, you have to understand" and I say puts Canosa and ríamonos a while, because only with that one loves and is really happy you can see to Canosa. The other is always in addition to Sole's mother and it is his turn to hold back, go up the stairs to the entry mother crying and hugging me "returned to its old ways" he says, I laugh and I get a tear in her mouth, salty , and then I think, when something serious happens to me seriously and I will be, the spent all this silliness. Lying on the bed with my mom about oil 31 "This is good for all" while I rubbed it across his forehead in a gesture East. Do not give me trapax Mom, give me Dormicum, and my dad heard "no, uh, that's worst of all, I prefer to smoke" is anestecista dad has all the arsenal necestito but not delivered, when you go back to sadness because in front of potatoes do not cry to him that he died around the world, what a shoddy disgrace my depression, but also crying shame. I'm tired of this mom. A few hours later before I go I'm on the computer, as always, so cute and a guy from Paris by the facebook chat flatters me to get on the mood and it does, make me a joke, and it does, I laugh. Mom tiptoe enters, takes half Dormicum and gently fold it into a carilina warned "the valley of the pills there, be careful." Today I'm going to sleep, for now only that I need, I breathe.
