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Wysłany: Pią 22:19, 08 Kwi 2011 Temat postu: Written in the 20 -year-old |
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No one ever is 20 years old [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but 20 years is forever.
after today, I will begin my The next decade will be my most difficult section of the road of life, I would run around all day for their livelihood. Now, I'm covered in addition to vision and that ability, nothing.
Today, I a journey to a big sleep, do their own food meal, a night to spend. I do not know how else it can live, sitting in the car, I infinite melancholy, I do not want to go, I like the freedom of the former family home, like those of the pleasant town this holiday season ... ...
I did not wait at home with one week enough, not want [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I feel like I should be accustomed to life at home is good, over the days of young master, I do not have to worry about anything, but this is not my life. I want my own life, to create my own way of life.
in 18 years ago, I led a group of henchman ideal is a certain liberties in the street, and then live a debauched life, Deal or No Deal. But in one night on the roof my stars, I suddenly felt I should not be so, I have my own life [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], my life is not so! But ... ... I want to live, what like? I'm confused, hesitant, and then look for wandering ... ... ... ... I hope one day, wake up, I suddenly understood what I wanted life.
still it is the last year, I experienced a lot, walked into the University, and also into the new life. This year I got a lot from life, of course, lost a lot. In particular, the face of the night, becoming not want to sleep or even think at night to sleep is a waste and shameful. Night, candidly reveal their own, very happy, no one knows my heart. Could not sleep for many days, and that does not sleep at noon, will be a little better at night, but unfortunately I was wrong, in the middle of this turbulence, I could not find peace, in search of the lost, and I hear more and more is their pale sigh! Anyway, still learn a lot of things, I learned to calm, tolerance and patience, but also learned to lie and disguise. This lie, deceive not only others disguised, more my own. Pain!
Now, I'm more than a lot of loneliness and longing. This alone is very strange, phone in hand, friends by your side, but I have nothing to say, I feel this loneliness is only his own [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], not to whom.
not dare to ask family for money, even if their families have money, they have already put the money in my card, but I still can not easily pick up! According to ATM, took home the money, I have guilt and anxiety, while 20-year-old never had before, I am afraid to face that moment of their own, very strange!
always feel like a lot like the old, when many middle-aged people and those who only have a common language and the peer together, some ideas are not recognized, they sometimes feel a little naive point of view , perhaps, is really old, not young, not full of passion.
I grew up, is bound to be wrapped in sober mingled with confusion, wandering is full of tears, is a process of de-chrysalis into a butterfly.
some dream, I can only envy Tis altogether vain, and look forward to after the miracle. Some favorite people, can only Tis altogether vain to Flow, not the real thing, after all, reason to be emotional subject. Recognize these, because my mind and sanity fairly clear. Earth once a hurry, small wind big wave hell and heaven, and your bright face.
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