missing two hours. I'm sitting here and I think, around with the camera that my mind is possible, hundreds of movies on how to start the night, how to end it, on what would be nice to be with her. Without even noticing I have found a way to make her laugh, to make me look like charming, intelligent, extravagant, profound and unique. I try to enter his head to find the desires hidden, after trying to deliver them before the eyes with a smile, what if I care for now of what can please her, I'll think about later.
I'm thirsty, I do quite a big glass of ice water to wake up, to the maximum. Of course, so cold straight to the stomach of a normal person might be possible for highway squaraus , but I am me, the pleasure of causing it passes over any possible risk.
while I sit back and squeeze my ass a little packet of crackers left who knows because I get back on the couch thinking, but this time in the opposite direction.
Why the fuck not do what I want? Why should I do differently than they are for pleasure?
I think maybe the glass of water instead of drinking it is pulled me in the face because not stop waking up, how can I be myself if I change shape like a ball Mr Didò depending on the situation? How do I know if I'm okay with someone if I care only about how she is? Live beautiful moments after being passed over a thousand compromises then what is?
runs into the kitchen and I fill my glass again, this time the water really throw me on the face of all this toil, this effort to please and entertain has never brought positive results? But above all , I never asked what I want and what pleases me?
in the bathroom while I wipe the hair gradually taking shape in the usual fucking dog responds to these and other questions. Apart from those
rhetoric, I see a row of No pass by me.
wearing my jacket fiction, I take the keys from the entrance of the scooter el ' mp 3, put the headphones on and now I want a song that goes well, for now ...
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