sábado, 1 de agosto de 2009

Doorbell.

I taught of saying this before the previous turned into the next, but time o maybe something else got in the way.

Agust the first, of a year i will not metion, and finally IT kicked my head.

I think this time is for sure. Trough with some(thing, one) that has been bothering me for the last five years.

It isn´t worth it, the thing that kicked me was walking holding hands with my bare conception of self preservation, and its believed that it shall turn me into someone that I am exited to know.


Maybe it is alcohol, or cigarrettes or having to talk to all of my voices. I am thinking, this time is for real, no more stupid acusations or questions. Done.

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