I can not count on you .
And even on you.
O none of you .
Some people got tired, some people avoid me, who reproaches me, who confuses me ideas, who disappointed me, who did not respond as he should. I do not know who you are, or if you are still there, or if you have ever been. Come on, do not pretend to deny. Three-quarters you are telling me with eyes that it is inevitable that from now on is my business. I must have also read somewhere that an unhappy person is socially inefficient and closed, because it is concentrated in itself, and its determination to dominate its emergency. So how reproach.
And since there are still bad for your absence , this teaches me
What you is not, unfortunately, that must depend on my stay bad.
If so, every time you going out with friends, have a relationship, you laugh, I will kill. E understand very well that, before making twenty-three years, I'll even exceed thirteen.
So, from now on, everything remains in the family.
But I believe that the growth was a collective thing ?
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