Shocks 2003 Jeep Liberty

As I hurts to lose more than disgust


have passed more than three months.

If you sit at the computer and say lies to hide your loneliness is because you've reached the limit intolerable to believe that by preventing forward, there is still hope for a reunion. That means that all is lost.

As the second time we fought. I stopped yelling and returned the next day to yell and made love in your bed for the first time on the same mattress to keep those memories of your life book whose pages never wanted to finish writing.
But I tried. Keep up appearances and pretend I do not remember your snoring, your groans and your heartbeat. Yes, minus 26.

still see you as you walk naked in my room. Even you shave and leave the basin remains tainted toothpaste. Still pretending not to hear when I ask you not change the TV channel. I never liked the novels (I do not mean not-SAILS).
And put something on the table. Insurance were the difficult words which I never understood. The fact is I spent all that life trying to express myself well and finally discovered that he had no nothing to say.

bet you still fold into two sheets and pillows you put up in order of size, always remember: large, medium and small, with thinner top.

I never liked being laughed at me. I have the firm conviction that try to be more distracted, I always hear voices behind me I whisper obscenities, and I begin to regret the times that I let an opportunity by not paying attention to the obvious. In what is in front of my eyes. What you try and try to make it seem banal, but are a reflection of life itself. Although they are silly, stale, colorless.

The struggle to get out of the schemes and stereotypes I lost long ago. So every day I felt cooler and notes that I sink into an abyss. It's like they give you when you die and you find out you have 120 minutes to ask God for forgiveness for the times you left waiting for a prayer.

learned to defend himself. Although I make it difficult, to insult me \u200b\u200bmore strength. Bringing up memories of your atrocities makes me feel better. I'm relieved to realize that I stubbornly cling to you is subject to the same thing that unites us: the desire to forget.

Now I know that making love does not mean having sex, but quite the opposite.