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At this moment you mean everything.

Shall I tell you some secrets and others are not? One of the scariest things I get are the moths. 'm antisocial despite being outgoing. I get along better with men than with women. And women are more men than women-not physically. I believe in reincarnation but sometimes I like believing that they are no longer with me I can hear when I speak in the evening. Despite my rejection of religion at times I prayed to a higher being or whatever you call it, is that I do not like that term. I believe in guardian angels or something supernatural with the same function. Before the walk I fell for a second or third floor and a half and nothing happened to me. I'm of the most gaudy you'll meet in your life. I talk a lot and fast. Constantly interrupt others, with and without meaning. Cagüinera'm not, but I like to know the cagüines the moment. I cagüineo not only comment. I'm lazy. I always believe that I have the potential to be the best in many things, just never be really interested me. I like to plan my summers as I read my March-around once. I always dreamed of going to college and now I do not want what I do. I am very garabatera. If a Saturday or Sunday will not leave my house I take a shower. My weak spot is the back. I have very heavy sleep. I like to sleep a lot and still sleeping a lot I have always dream and dark circles. I have many red spots and stretch marks are not erased. I would be higher but if I could change my height do not think it would. From the 10 that I wanted to put my mother's maiden name before the father. I like music but I hate to play an instrument, as a child herself. I love singing when no I heard or when the radio is strong and my voice was not well distinguished, although I do not think I sing badly. Copy drawings and paint well, but do not ask me to draw. No I can hardly open up to people a bit, but I can hardly open up completely to them for fear of being damaged. When I forgive easily damaged. Try to kill me thrice. Once a month I take a bath with foam. I'm not very good at noticing when people are bad but I always look if I'm there. If I put my mind I can be very cruel and hurtful, although it has never been intentional. When I'm under stress or with many things in my head usually change the words as well as a mini dyslexia. I'm bipolar. I'm manic but terribly messy. I can often seem mature in many ways, but I have attitude worthy of a 2 years time. Drug addicts but I'm not at this time, possibly yes. I have no problem with that. When girl would stop once every two months or once a month to the clinic for pneumonia. The most I've had fever have been 42-something. It is rare that I like a poem, because I do not like poetry. I am very sensitive and land mourn, I cry even more with movies than other things. I like to know useless things I think are more important than they teach you in school. I have a book that is very old, it seems that are no cover-Calleja or anything like that, "but is so old and unarmed stories are not complete. I've always wanted to read them through. Sometimes and only sometimes, it hurts to remember the friendship I had with some who are not my friends. My sins are stronger gluttony, pride and laziness. I do not like being lied to. I am very impulsive and I like to be. I love to laugh non-stop and loud music and dancing when no one is watching, dance with me like my brother.

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Come on and kill me baby, while you smile like a friend.

Like a friend - Pulp

Saying you're sorry Do not bother
Why do not you come in Smoke all my cigarettes

again Every time I get no further
How long has it been?
Come on in now, wipe your feet on my dreams

You take up my time
Like some cheap magazine
When I could have been learning something
Oh well, you know what I mean, oh
I've done this before
And I will do it again
Come on and kill me baby
While you smile like a friend
Oh and I'll come running
Just to do it again

You are the last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk
You are the habit I can't seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week
You are the car I never should have bought
You are the dream I never should have caught
You are the Cut That makes me hide my face You are the party
That makes me feel my age Like a car crash
I can see But I just can not
Avoid Like a plane I've Been Told I Should never
board Like a film that's so bad But I've got to stay till the end
Let me tell you now: it's lucky for you That We're friends

Come on and kill me baby while you smile like a friend. Yes, but so what?

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As time goes by.

Several years ago I went to the same place today. The brown church in fact did not go to the church itself, I was right there at a wake. The years ago was that of my aunt, my aunt cristina, with which I never got close, he saw her every once in a while (every 3 years or 2), did not cry when he died, I felt sad, I felt nothing, did not know. Today just called me and I began to mourn cut after denuevo calm call to go to the wake. I showered and went to mourn as I showered, got dressed quickly and left my house. On the subway was listening and someone approached me to ask if he was OK, I understood why until I spent a headscarf, was weeping while ago and did not even seem to realize. My Miss Loreto, which is called just like me and I love that I will miss nobody knows how, that the school will not ever be the same without her there, that my heart is not, but now is resting and not suffering. And come late to school and not see it going to be super sad. I came to the wake and then I remembered that my aunt cristina veiled, entered and greeted those he knew, I was there for a while until I said that we were to see, was the lalo phoned me and valit the both crying just as I had cried before, I sat with them for a while and I plucked up courage to see the coffin, I generally love to see them, but wanted to see. The I have seen no more than two seconds where I almost fell to the floor crying and I sat and leaned on the legs of the lalo, for crying out loud as I broke down in tears. Sali after smoking, hence I called Philip and I went to look and leave more or less (unless you were bad baby) and get on your mood. Anyway.

My Due Date Is Tomorrow

I want you to give me a reason to stay.

I can not leave you ... But you're Constantly Leaving me, you walk away When you want, you come back When You Want, Not everyone, not your friends, But you leave me.

Fuck, I'm Meredith.