all happened in October October
I've always liked. It is dark and happy one month at a time. November, which always passes through the shadow of December, makes me think of the song "November Rain" and I see dark, gloomy, sinister ... Ah, how I love November! But hey, we're talking about the case in October and this month, everything goes with Halloween and things you wanted to be in horror, Halloween and all, but nah, hell, there is no spirit of Halloween! In Colombia, they changed the name to 31 "Halloween" to "Children's Day," which is no less ironic since the first as we think "uay, monsters, haha, sweet , dizfraces! " and there is the dark and fun of the occasion, but with the second, and that things are going " uay, the child thieves, child molesters! " and that we return to the same crap dangerous world in which we live. Now if I talk about these stupid rhymes of Halloween ... oh, well.
October 4 fulfilled my fourth year of exile ("self-exile" as Yoji). posti not anything that day because as the comments of the previous post, I had been amused. And it is better to laugh, which did not inspire me this time full of bad memories and encouragement I get there half a menstrual period an awkward and uncomfortable ... well, as you hear the women speak there ... better keep quiet, because this issue has a certain effect verbose in women. Bueh, bueh, I'm not saying they have reached the archipelago has been bad for me. Indeed, in charge of my own life here has given me some independence and freedom, apart from experience. What I continually bitter, sometimes very, very fucking, are the circumstances in which I was, where and in which I'm still here. However, creatures from beyond reading this, I've been trying to resolve the matter in my head ...
In my years prior, all I know is that I do not ever get back to Colombia, in part because it's fucked up, in part because half of my family I feel suffocated, as if all those years my spirit had been a tree trying to grow in a safe. And sehh, SEHHH, it would be unfair to blame as I often feel dissatisfied with myself, when all is said and done, it also assumes I'm some kind of "borderline." Turning to my arrival in Osaka, pucha! the first two months were hell, that time left marks filthy as black pus-filled yagas sprouting from my testicles emotional ... guahhh .... And again today, I would like a quiet life, working and going back to my rented home to do my thing, but as in Colombia, it seems that there will always be something that hinders me, any outside interference that upsets me. The only placebo I can find is the writing ... and straw.
On October 25 four years ago, I started working where I am now. Even as today, there is always something that makes me "put Hulk", actually I have to say that in this company have helped me personally. I guess the clash of cultures is inevitable, although a bad cabronera present in virtually all human work environment. Moreover, I have already seen three or four old men who work up at any moment appear as mummies and then no more are seen. When that happens with the elders with whom I work, what will happen? And what scares me most: I will, too? Is it my destiny to bring that same work life to rot? Which brings me to the next item: alone? The
interact in cyberspace, mentally repeating what I read from others, especially "the friends of the blog, I have largely echo forget how lonely I am. Moreover, I have come to the conclusion that not take much to people, it's like a psychic burden irradiated exhausted me. Might even say I can not stand a conversation. And the bride? nah nah nah, Lou will never matched. Sex, you can rent a mouth or a vagina, a chance encounter unexpected (these things happen ... in theory), but that's only half the story from which I can I order alone. The game looks, talk to a girl while you contemplate something fun and you also feel attracted to you, walking and spending time together, exchanging corny, etc .... this part would do everything quite enchanting, but here's where we rang or Creep Dog and buahhh, leave me alone, damn it! hehe.
guess this would be the time to ask, what now? and all I can say is that I'm writing right now and that's what makes me feel this fucking mess of life is somewhat consistent. Bueh, I hope you are bored in the first paragraph and have gone to do not know, look at facebook, youtube or something, and this diarrhea of \u200b\u200bintimacy with which I have ticketed go unnoticed: P
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