Hurt by the cold heat of a night light disappearing behind a more and more livid, disappointed that it was still in the lead that a memory to invent, I lug around with me a world decaying and disposable to be managed within a few hours before joining my bed, cradle of my dark thoughts. My legs, filled with blood more acidic, seem detached from my body and wander at times lead me into lands I know by heart. I no longer smoke them out but mechanically irritant smoke I scarcely swallow. Addict, I do not have ever been so now since the last time, until next time ... My heart is working in manual, it's me who directs his performance, which makes it live. Every breath I just remind myself that is sorely lacking, once vacuum clean air now that I'm wrong chimney swept pulling more and more evil. Spectrum myself I no longer think, I survive by thinking that I'm young, that these excesses disappear when I exorcised my discomfort with day night to come.
've decided I return. It must be observed before I settled people who were sleeping when I looked in vain for a little human warmth. Everything is missed, another night spent in the most sterile vice, and yet I'll start. I do not know what makes me m'user hope so. Death scares me but yet I cause every night he stretches out his hand before removing the last minute. I can not stand the evenings indoors or table on which I put my bottles and my ass fags quantitatively describes my suicide announced. What was gratifying was when I was beardless now unhealthy and scary. I am consumed by inches, in anonymity, I want to kill my whole life before dying, Death to only offer the minimum of life to keep it on its end.
I wake and I'm going wrong. I stop everything is decided, I can catch me, erase all the mistakes that house in my body. Then he has many movies to see, books to explore, music to listen and repeat. I contemplate my library and I m'émoustille to the idea of reading the umpteenth Dostoyevsky, who will push me to a passenger autism. I turn on my computer and made a list of films I'll watch the next day, because now the time has stopped, I can only prepare my present, waiting to get back to live. I die every second, a flash appears and disappears morbid, cold sweats and tops are the heart rhythm to my passivity. I never much regretted accelerate my life. Yesterday I could have done what I will do tomorrow. What a mess ...
My second night went better. I wake up with a certain joie de vivre, I read, watch a movie and am happy with the idea of doing something with my day, having given a little more value to me. This improvement in me makes me want to go out, I must watch the new self to others, perhaps I would find someone who will deign to listen, at least he will pretend ...
've decided I return. It must be observed before I settled people who were sleeping when I looked in vain for a little human warmth. Everything is missed, another night spent in the most sterile vice, and yet I'll start. I do not know what makes me m'user hope so. Death scares me but yet I cause every night he stretches out his hand before removing the last minute. I can not stand the evenings indoors or table on which I put my bottles and my ass fags quantitatively describes my suicide announced. What was gratifying was when I was beardless now unhealthy and scary. I am consumed by inches, in anonymity, I want to kill my whole life before dying, Death to only offer the minimum of life to keep it on its end.
I wake and I'm going wrong. I stop everything is decided, I can catch me, erase all the mistakes that house in my body. Then he has many movies to see, books to explore, music to listen and repeat. I contemplate my library and I m'émoustille to the idea of reading the umpteenth Dostoyevsky, who will push me to a passenger autism. I turn on my computer and made a list of films I'll watch the next day, because now the time has stopped, I can only prepare my present, waiting to get back to live. I die every second, a flash appears and disappears morbid, cold sweats and tops are the heart rhythm to my passivity. I never much regretted accelerate my life. Yesterday I could have done what I will do tomorrow. What a mess ...
My second night went better. I wake up with a certain joie de vivre, I read, watch a movie and am happy with the idea of doing something with my day, having given a little more value to me. This improvement in me makes me want to go out, I must watch the new self to others, perhaps I would find someone who will deign to listen, at least he will pretend ...
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