really expect?
so long wanting to come to London, and when I'm here, what? No, not that I expected, though neither really expected. I have not found any I work almost a week bscandolo. Do not know if it's long or short. The city is dirty and in the mornings I have black snot. The buildings are old and dirty, but ugly. Everything is a bit shabby, and all seem suburbs. No, not expected. My house is fine, everything Koreana and a Japanese girl. They are friendly, and finally this week I think will make a meal, nose if hosting moo or something. My neighborhood is pretty good, but there are many blacks, and noes that bother me, I've never imported, but all I REPAT latest content. Many Arabs, Hindus, and people. The English if they are Puagh. And your kindness gives up the ass. There are many shops txatxis, that if I would buy everything! Of course, then there is so much strange, dark loose. Every time I get more disgusted with his clothes monerrima, although not really find me waiting here. I talked to my mother, and says it is time to find gigs, this is not a paid vacation. Then he says that whenever I know I can go back, everyone expected me, I pay a ticket and the next day I'm there. But no, if I will I have failed. Again. As with everything I start. Since I have no books, I've finished Saramago, that of Poe and the Eskorbuto. The Groucho what has my brother. I hope it ends quickly. I try to draw, but not get too. The worst thing is that I have a sense of orientation of shit, and I feel a bit like Ryoga Kun, you always miss. Today I tried to go to the supermarket in the morning, I've gone about 3 times with my brother, but today I found it. No, shit, not really waiting for this site. At least I'm not there, in that bitch monotony makes me end up feeling bad for doing nothing. I want to be self-sufficient, look in the mirror and be happy, not thinking about anyone else but me. Lying on the floor of my room and see my body decomposition.
And I have almost no cd's to listen.
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