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Monday, March 28, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Incision From C Section Open 2 Inches
Mardi Bonjour! The Soulless
Today I am in good spirits, although lately I felt lost. Is that today I have been thinking and maybe you can not always lost when you have no direction. In recent days I've been calling the past without success, sending letters to addresses that have already gone, looking silhouettes outside my memory has been confused with friends.
I wanted to see so many people, but I see a few years ago. It really is a tragedy to know the address and the date and not being able to handle those times that I have left. I tried to hold on to them, where can amarrármelos yet, though the hold, I get out of hand and you can not do anything about it.
I must admit that this feeling of nostalgia I had thoughtfully throughout the weekend, but now the sadness has been dissolved with this new awakening in this soup we call daily routine. The loneliness goes away in all those old habits that enslave us every day, and we are on time, dragged by the crumbling life and all those epojés that we could save custom. (Although personally, I tear it down after the pick and one day I took them to get drunk glass after glass of Philosophy)
Today I'm in a good mood, I have wanted to do bodypaint, making love, of being good, a prolonged hug. I have wanted to swim, jog, to face the coming days with a smile, write and speak and give this piece of me to read it.
I wanted to see so many people, but I see a few years ago. It really is a tragedy to know the address and the date and not being able to handle those times that I have left. I tried to hold on to them, where can amarrármelos yet, though the hold, I get out of hand and you can not do anything about it.
I must admit that this feeling of nostalgia I had thoughtfully throughout the weekend, but now the sadness has been dissolved with this new awakening in this soup we call daily routine. The loneliness goes away in all those old habits that enslave us every day, and we are on time, dragged by the crumbling life and all those epojés that we could save custom. (Although personally, I tear it down after the pick and one day I took them to get drunk glass after glass of Philosophy)
Today I'm in a good mood, I have wanted to do bodypaint, making love, of being good, a prolonged hug. I have wanted to swim, jog, to face the coming days with a smile, write and speak and give this piece of me to read it.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Military Retirement Business Casual
Anna White and black
The medication was removed as soon as my body rejected it all. This, I dunno. Hopefully tomorrow, Anna Cecilia pieces will not get up, fully awake, if only to meet the daily routine.
That moment I wake up and it's like I got up from another bed, with another body. You feel the heaviness in the atmosphere, it's late and cloudy day. It is as if the real Anna Cecilia already been awakened in the morning as this shadow of me stayed in bed.
My shadow, still drunk from last night, finally awake, alone, alone, without me. Part of me was captured in the shadows in this state blur, strange, confusing. Still I rise.
During the day try to eat, read, study, watch TV, surf the Internet, call someone, watching a movie, walk out, walk my dogs, but nothing I finish it, because they lack my body. I just feel like I'm floating, without any direction .... and no matter what I do, I feel empty. I have much to do, but nothing makes sense, nothing fills me.
I feel lonely. I try to remember all those things before telling me to feel better, to see life with more magic and excitement. But today I woke up in shades and I feel like I'm not. I am nothing. The world woke up today not God hath not life, is nothing.
I feel empty, confused, I feel no sorrow or sadness, only despair. I am alone, but do not need anyone, whether a stranger is myself.
But I feel I'm in the wrong place and I can not really do anything about it. The place where I am goes beyond the physical, is a question that goes beyond the tangible. It seems that in this day of confused me there. And I see this, so banal and small, so delicate and short.
But I feel I'm in the wrong place and I can not really do anything about it. The place where I am goes beyond the physical, is a question that goes beyond the tangible. It seems that in this day of confused me there. And I see this, so banal and small, so delicate and short.
I know how to get out of this situation. It is the second time that happens to me ... and the first was confused because some medicine and gave me an overdose of an anti psychotic (Is something wrong with my brain ?)... It is not depression.
The medication was removed as soon as my body rejected it all. This, I dunno. Hopefully tomorrow, Anna Cecilia pieces will not get up, fully awake, if only to meet the daily routine.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Hair Color Fits To Rosacea
I put a black and white photo of me because I'm getting yellow color. My body has changed a lot lately and not exactly the right way. After all this time to be vegetarian I realize how difficult it is and it really is a sacrifice. I'm not saying be difficult to stop eating animals, how difficult is to stay healthy, take the right supplements and find energy in other foods (other than bread, because only one fat). It is a sacrifice to be a vegetarian because you resign yourself to make you yellow, the hair makes you more fragile, you have to prepare to eat every day, when you go to a restaurant there are few things to ask, you have to make your stomach tiny ... among other things ...
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