"I am Jack's absent REM stage"

IN PROGRESS... Thank heavens that I have not written the last weeks. It would have been a really depressive entrance. But much. The last week I got to be very sunk. Although thanks to the sun baths that I am occurring by the mornings I have improved enough my psychic situation. It seems incredible that something so idiot can help as much. Even so today enough I am disheartened. And this feeling is going to me to last in spite of all the sun that it wants to take. So the hour has arrived to look for blog and to relieve a little telling it to me, to see if at least him thus exempt a little pressure at the top, because today I feel that it is going to me to explode. By the way, of the tablets it is not left anything, obvious. Clear that I continue undergoing anxiety attacks. I at least take it with more philosophy, because no longer I must add them to tens of adverse effects more caused by the tablets. To which it went... Last night it was in house of a pair of friends to whom months ago ...

IN PROGRESS... ... because the jodido love does not believe in me. This late I have written this phrase in an email in which it tried to relieve to me and to explain why no longer I believe in the most romantic concept of the Love. It I have releido a pair of times and I have realized much that I say in her. Also I have reached the conclusion that "my history with the love, that began my 8 añitos, is a song of the Counting Crows". And with that phrase also I say much more of which it seems. There was somebody once it would have understood it perfectly. Peculiar memories assault to me lately. I yesterday realized of which a good part of everything what it has happened to me in the life has strange connections with many of the things that come to me at the top in the situation in which I am. It is not easy to explain. It either does not desire to me to do it... I do not know, is as if my life was an article of the Wikipedia, in which of each ten words linkada "to another a...

IN PROGRESS... If I am a damn vixen it is clear that the life is grandísima mother of all putas. You leave the skin in wanting it, trying it, paying your quota of effort, trying to even conciliate to the others with hers... It is not that she does not give back to you the same or nothing even in return. She enjoys sliding her fingers around the throat your spirit. Sometimes hatred. When it tenderly watches me at the eyes and it says "you do not worry to me, you do not suffer, MY girl, everything is by a reason" now I know that after his it is laughed heartily of me. It caresses to me with the hand that before tightened my neck. I curl up myself. Something has sounded behind her... something like sharpening against the air? It gives equal, she knows like causing that it does not matter to you what hides in the claw that hides after its back. I believe that I begin to seem me to her, that as I cannot overcome it me unconsciously one to its cause. I am really becoming so puta? I...