AUTHOR: Bia Lombardi
DATE: 7/08/2005 07:30:00 pm
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Juliana is gone.
I am sick again.
It's been 24 hours since the last time a got up of that black coutch. Which has already left it's impressions on my soul.
I am not a BAD person, God. I'm really not. How can someone who felt SOOOO much love be bad in the end? I think I'm starting lo lose my sanity. Little by little.
I wish it all could have been my fault. But it is not.It takes more than one to lose, remember?
I feel like hurting myself. Badly.
I wish I could.
Dissapear and make everybody happy.
Even myself.
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About Me
- Name: Bia Lombardi
- Location: Sao Paulo, SP, Brazil
'Have you got any soul?', a woman asks the next afternoon. That depends, I feel like saying; some days yes, some days no. A few days ago I was right out; now I've got loads, too much, more than I can handle. I wish I could spread it a bit more evenly, I want to tell her, get a better balance, but I can't seem to get it sorted. I can see she wouldn't be interested in my internal stock control problems though, so I simply point to where I keep the soul I have, right by the exit, just next to the blues.' - Nick Hornby, High fidelity
Previous Posts
- - prozac
- - frustration, waht a tricky little feeling
- - I don't wanna fight no more
- -that's why Yoda is my master!
- - pq as vezes so PB salva o dia
- - goodbye, so long, farewell...
- - frequency
- - back to the future
- - should I stay or should I go!
- - opiniao de mae!
