" How to get on with his old life?
How to continue when, in his heart, you begin to understand ... that we can not go back.
There are things that time can not heal.
Wounds so deep, they are seized you ... "
The Return of the King.
I went to college today.
This suicide was necessary, I had my notes to see whether there was catching up or not.
And given that dear to File Online Student ***** ***** is to always empty, I had to go there IRL.
My father dropped me there were as many cars as usual in the parking lot.
The stomach knotted the gray heart, I through the doors of this place I hate.
There were lots of children who wandered on stage. I wonder where they went.
An output probably something like that.
It was refreshing to see them there, instead of ... usual.
I continued my journey, flying straight toward the little red gravel driveway with her. The campus is actually an old military school. While walking and listening to the sound of my footsteps on the pebbles, I imagined myself in military uniform, my approach quite close to it, even unintentionally. And I crushed before the scoreboard.
In fact, it was rather a prison uniform. Greetings from Fox River.
I'll pass the chapter of the organization of shit, the pseudo-host and dropped completely unnecessary and all that, at the time, gave me passion to make an entry in the administrative offices as Kuzco .
[ smashes the door * * TOC TOC IS ME. ]
I had my half, no catch. Yeah it's cool, I'm happy.
And I rub lips with green chili.
The return will likely be on 1 February. J-21 then.
Yes yes, I know I should be happy, they are people who have taken longer, etc. etc. etc..
But all I care, there is to know when the next vacation.
ago at this place a torpor, a morbidity and a population that I hate and my mind
and repress my body in unison.
There is something that 's grabs my heart and the press, covering a pale gray that goes back to my eyes.
The solitude I can feel in the midst of this crowd has never been sharpened and honed.
I thought I had managed to coexist with it, but one that takes me by the throat as soon as I get off the bus is another way.
Ironically, I was always at odds with appearances, but this magnificent setting that I put the heart glad, I do not know what I did.
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There is a planet.
On this planet, an ocean.
In this ocean, an island tiny.
On the island, a mountain, the highest.
A forest covers the flanks.
In this forest, a tree among many others.
At the height of the tree, a red panda, rolled into a ball.
Maybe if I hide long enough, you forget me.
All, from closest to farthest, they forget quickly if I were to disappear suddenly.
They get used to my absence and my life will eventually erase their memory.
I no longer exist for anyone, social death.
Alone and free from coercion.
Invisible .
It is throbbing. Irregular.
Envy.
This desire to close the book once and for all, close your eyes, close the door, close, close all while condemning any seal , forget, finish.
Everything. A long, deep sleep, worthy of Sleeping Beauty.
Except there will be no useless pseudo prince who would break me drooling in my sleep over.
Anyway we not embrace the red pandas, so I should be quiet.
And I will sleep, sleep ... 'll dream ... and I wake up one day, years or even centuries later.
Or not really.
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