In cane is a month that I started to go out and throw a little sums
- intoxication delirium crowds from the first Saturday (class dinner)
- intoxication median on Thursday next
- brazing evening on the mountain with a few beers
- Friday to bowlers and not only to celebrate exams
- Tuesday from seeds .. always afraid my house
Examinations of degree completed (an average of twenty-eight reached popopopopopopopopo)
Friends who have been freed from a weight after year: 1 (I think we will arrive within two months of the prox)
smoking barrels .. many
Alcohol consumed: too
Travel booked two
Flirt in progress: 1 days worked: eight
days of passion, eight
A month has gone A month has gone. Even more since to be missing is you. On January 14 you off. You were already in a coma so I did not even had the big goodbye that I had hoped. your The last words to me were taken together and delirious. I looked at one in two and you delirious and kept asking the same thing. And I sometimes I hoped that this would end our humiliation. Watching and not to find. Your bed is empty you but I try to fill it. The smell and I know that No you can but still feel the smell of disinfectant. The smell of death. This month the first few days gave me peace nn. I had a rump in the throat. I looked at people with empty eyes and did not understand how it was can still be the world. I, although it had never physically alone, without you. Then I do not know how the third day I woke up and I realized that I was fine. The rump was loose and I feel you near me. I realized that I love madly in life, everything we provide, and the possibility that we can draw from this. And from that day I smile and think of you.
