Lately
just write in your journal, it makes me think that this is never going to get vent, it will save and someday it will explode, do not understand why I do not mind me Our trust is supposed to be more than that, I need to read that happy day ...
It's been a month and I still do not I have my own, can not find the perfect location for writing, lately I only think about one thing: read the diary of Ohno, I'm obsessed, I do not understand or myself. One morning this record Ohno was really angry, the recording was not right so we took a break, sat Aiba and Shotogether to read magazines and I went to see a concert in June last.
"Riida Do you think that something happens," he asked while appearing on television his solo, "Why do you ask"
"Aiba and I were talking last week, yesterday Sho told us they were the 2 seeing a magazine where we went into the break room and began to mourn as a child suddenly went to a corner was habitacióny writing something in his journal, then went home crying "I was surprised, how many times she had cried without meI of the chaotic land: "long ago ..." "What is ..." "He ..." in all the leaves appeared one " he "always seemed to be talking about it, but among all this destruction was a small table with a chair fully intact and on top of a journal page torn and dated today, I came a confession:
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Today I have reached my limit. I do not know how to proceed, I have afraid to close my eyes and see that tomorrow is going to change, everything remains the same, that I remain alone, and the emptiness of my alr
