Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Retirement Party Ideas For An Electrcian

Concern (Part II)

Concern (Part II)


Second day of depression. I saw mourn. I do not care. I have a scratchy sore throat. I do not know if it's because I got sick, or is a sign of my absolute sadness. My imaginary friend tries to make me happy. It does, because we are alone. Reach my family is going to shit my happiness. My mom wanted to talk to me. I asked what I do on Saturday. I replied that I did not know. Sure, my birthday is on Wednesday, but do not feel right to celebrate. Today we celebrate the framework of the roof of the house of my great-Hurra! Celebrate the start of the matriarchal oppression Hurra! Returning to the subject. My mom asked if I wanted to go to the movies, or spend money, buy a DVD and invite my friends home. A house party. Write it hurts. I do not want to take home. It hurts to be in my own home. I would like movies, but on the other hand, I do not like wasting the little money I have. But I will not invite my friends. I do not want to see my depression. I hate it when people worry about me. I feel it is necessary. But if we are part of a whole, each part has, and I think I did have, therefore, I suppose, that care about me, but I do not like. I am part of a whole, I will not be worth more than another person, animal or plant. Instead of worrying about me, help the endangered tigers, desert flowers, pandas, elephants, they need more help than me. I wonder what happens to me. Ment. The least we need is more concern.

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Concern (Part I)

Concern (Part I)

's cold. It is night. My chest hurts. I feel cold. Lonely tears flowing from my eyes. They fall on my nose, and I feel like I'm drowning in my own sadness. I feel lonely. With those three words summarize my resignation, displacement and frustration. I know I'm not. My dad is in the house and bathing my brother. My mom is not. For time stressed and grumpy lady took her place ... no, wait, she is. I've always said to trust them

But ...

In these moments, they trouble me. I tell her things, when I realize everything. And that troubles me. When I say it a second time, I rub on the face of reality. I help my dad to bathe my brother. I hope my turn, towels. While I wait, I look in the mirror What I see? Blue eyes, dark, with a touch of pink cheeks, somewhat bulky bangs hairstyle (rare for me), hair down, blocking part of my neck and seventies. What else do I see? "In perhaps? Nothing. I see nothing. A vacuum so abysmal ... that scares me.

After a blackout, people come. I do not care. With my eyes I see sadness and reluctance, no good, I think. I have to get used to solitude, like all my life.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

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WARNING: MY ESPAÑOL SUCKS.

Around five months ago I've been posted That I'm NOT CURRENTLY ADDING! Adding and keep people.
I COULD SOUND A VERY MEAN PERSON, BUT REALLY! I DONT USE LJ
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Beside, I do not know WHY people adds me, so if you really know me (yeah my name is Darien) contact me and done. I DONT USE
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