dreams
Still, I masochist ... instead of what would live and enjoy life, I go to my brain, but even worse and the heart, sprinkle with salt the wound, and then feel sorry for myself, what I am poor and miserable. Something must change.
spent nearly 3 days with the Senior and Lyudmila. First it was corporate, where I was, very unexpectedly, met a friend like the same small world. And yet there was a lot of trainers manual, a madam, even from some know me, and somewhere knows about my Mexican presidential suite. But I do not know her ... just heard ...
the next day to visit flooded in Domodedovo, now also want to live out of town ... I want a house ... dinner was pretty easy, I was afraid ... very afraid of them inquiring look, afraid of questions or stories ... But on Saturday, nothing ...
On Sunday, after the ropes, I could not stand and all рассказала, истиную причину наших размолвок, истиную причину моего временного "нежелания" работать с ними, разревелась, навспоминалась о 11 месяцах романтики, warmth, love and care, as well as on almost half lies, the pain of broken dreams. I, too, a lot of things porasskazyvali, it became even easier.
In general, all that is done, all the better. After waiting for me the best part ... well, I hope so ... I was 3 years old ... I need a little strong, stronger than I am, I need a strong and loving, to not hang noodles on the ears of everyone around, devoutly, but are not doing anything to make it better.
I experienced this weekend. On my guitar one more crack. Now we must live before the holidays ...
and there, staring, and Madrid, and a jeweler, and warmth, and tenderness, I hope ... hope ... hope
like a fairy tale ....
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