miércoles, 16 de noviembre de 2011

I got up at 7.30 a.m. I wore my tight jeans and my Oxford. Every morning is the same. One day I feel good and in the next minute angry... Why?
Life is a mistery that sometimes I don't want to solve. I feel that the gossips are the same and I'm only want to sleep and never get up. Sometimes I think that I only need one thing... Love, but... Where is the love? Easy to say but it's hard to find.
Life is a mistery and never discover it.

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