Free shower of thoughts in the middle
I do not care if my house will fall apart, he set foot there. No, no and no !
A cost that is to detach the legs and arms, at the cost of having to beg my mother crying at the cost of anything ... I will not let him get back into my life. Point.
and after the point you go to his head, as I think rightly logical. "It makes sense," say Fugaku and Sasuke.
I'm here to bask in the beauty and stupefacentezza (?) - My Italian went on vacation to Hawaii, pity my dyslexia, India - the soundtracks of Naruto Shippuuden and, yes, I'm also crying ... because the damn manga is a part of me .
Anyway, back to loving Fugaku and Mikoto, I changed their story - and almost certainly will again. I'm becoming an insufferable perfectionist never happy with their work, but I do not regret at all. Moreover, the work also involves a writer of such reactions are almost completely unjustified. Why
by the poor Mikoto had the air of a Mary Sue Acidelle dazed and, for reasons that we can not know - even to me that the author, eh, in this field I have granted certain privileges - Fugaku fell madly in love.
I mean, there was even a glimmer of logic in what I wanted to tell. Where was the good Mikoto and condescending, while a woman with a strong personality and innate grace?
Behold, I will probably shorten the story a bit 'now, but I thought it would make little justice to her character and make it unnecessarily Clan rant on about how she does not bear (?): Goodness, we grew up in! Maybe it's not particularly thrilled to see all that excitement, even if it is aware that it is mostly "affairs of men," but it certainly can not get to not pay something, especially since I have not seen capable of such feelings of contempt and hatred, or resentment and various stuff .
And then I get lost in the maze of my mind, remaining work on texture and insight to more than three in the morning, pecking then also the outburst of someone who tells me that "It's only his fault he did not know educate me if I am so totally devoid of discipline to go to bed at a similar time, and that surely will be so until the end of my days. "
At this point, I can only say a heartfelt thanks then. Thank you, because yes, I thank heaven that you have so much to say and so much to vent for nearly a hole in the page as I write with vehemence and tenacity, as far as I can never to surrender, as writing can make me go ahead.
And make the air a fake sorry because if it were not for the writing I ever sleep .
If it were up to you instead, what would I do? Oh sure, if were not for you I would raise every morning at six, go to school to take yet another 10 - thank goodness I have another life, look, and take the maximum of the votes is not my priority - like eat only once a day and a salad, and then kill myself working in the gym and miraculously lose 20kg in one week - all thanks to you - and then return at home, doing housework, not even put his nose in front of the computer and go to bed that are not even nine o'clock. But that life
adorable, really. The dream of any person. Stop the Stone Age.
Without an examination of conscience and found a hobby, since you are the first everything that is thrown on the day of television and the peak, without an emeritus cabbage minimally intelligent or something, get a job as . I'd say you're right to speak, since I've even made you nervous gastritis, but these are quite insignificant details, because you certainly do not depend, I depend on ... how did you call? Oh, yes, compulsive addiction to computer . of the old dazed by your mother, I might add.
That's it, I have nothing to say. Only a short return to torture me with that -fanfiction- there. Mayumi
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