I'm rotting (not literally) ... I noticed this like 3 days ...
How I noticed? Upon hearing my mother talk about her anxiety about my grandmother dies. I heard it, but apparently she was hoping that I cry, but I had no reason to do so. I've treated it will eventually die. His condition will not allow too much time with us.
That's the first thing I noticed: I'm getting numb.
Perhaps the lack of believing in something, maybe my life is breaking down for a while, maybe lack of friends ...The only thing I can hold on now, is Carlos. He is the only thing that has not changed for the worse in my life. It is the only person who remains the same, the only person who can still talk to me and remove my pain.
back to my grandmother, I think also I'm killing inside with all that ... If you hate seeing her like this, I know it hurts, I know that now is a real pain ... I do not know who claim her state. It seems cruel to people who love a God who may not peel them, are the people it hurts more to see ... Not.
Just the fact that I had been asked to say a prayer for her, I got tears ... I felt bad ... DoesWhat I will say a prayer on behalf of something that I do not believe? But still can not believe I did. I still feel remorse.
I do not care much about the situation, I do not care to be me in a few years later, I am content to get by this, which is the only thing I have insurance.
this will be adult leaves nothing good ... I can not remember the last time I laughed with alegríay not evil, the last time I take my responsibilities to go fiddling, the last time I went out for a walk with someone and have no concern for what timeagain, the last time I shared a meal with a friend ...
I'm going bad person, even I am unaware. Carlos says he does not remember that I was well, but there is no objection to follow as I go. I think he's just like me.
is true, each with their sewing scissors his own death. Subject
mine now and no more fabric to cut.
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