Lunes, 6 de octubre de 2008. Lunes, 15 de septiembre de 2008. Sometimes,souls decided to live our bodies. I am leaving you for a while. 191;De dónde surgían esas caras,que parecían querer explotar? No se jode con el alma. Te abandona por un rato la primera vez,la segunda,la tercera,pero.

Comments on breast cancer by proxy, written by a woman coping with the loss of her mother. Monday, August 24, 2009. Six years ago, I held my mother while she did the same. I wish I had known what to say either time. Six years ago, I said nothing. All I knew was to keep on holding. Thursday, August 20, 2009.

I hate the condition i am in- and i meant,everything. One bad thing about living on the 13th floor with floor to ceiling windows is that the sun really gets in. I accidentally napped now while reading a book and woke up with my left arm sore and my eyeballs feels kinda funny. Will the people around me just shut up and dont barge in my room like that? Feast for the eyes.