I'm tired of the blog. As with everything I like, my addiction, my passion and finally, I get obsessed and ended up hating him. I'm the kind that he likes listening to a song a thousand times until I find it unbearable. I have become addicted to blog especially now that I have a little button down at all I can see blue (And you too), statistics this page. I spend too much time watching who enters and who exits, where they come from, how they come. Since I started the blog I left everything I wanted to read this month. Plus I'm tired of how I write. I get very literary, false fascia. I'm going to fucking bad novel, literary. I count myself like a character with a wounded narcissism that ends me as I turn off the computer and finally close the door to this world of strangers, I am telling you to impress you, my life's a bitch. It's a horror in which one can become, I reread the portrait I did of myself in this blog, and I realize all I use tricks to deceive you and myself about how I am and how I feel. It is healthier if you just write it monthly. O biweekly better. Ideally, erase it, but I'll give you a second chance ... I've written so much that I have a sensation of being in some way, and on his way to some truth, or to the finding of a big lie. I'll be back in two weeks and see what I do.
Sorry for the snobbishness of hanging a song by Chicane on my profile, I could not resist the temptation when I met her. Chicane, I think, are my greatest perversion. See you on November 30.
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