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last day of work yesterday.
have started greetings and, above all, the celebrations start seeing me and 'almost' flawless at the time, can 'be good, yet another excuse to drink non-stop day and night.
and there's nothing to say, are in high spirits. Even if Pete Doherty was here with me to sing "For Lovers" I would be so perky.
and finished work, I went to dance with a friend, returning home at 5, I write to blonde:
"When im bed, before i sleep, i put a hand on my back, just up the ass, and with the other hand to touch me. This day since last Spent with you, thinkin 'that's your your hand and your body That's behind me. Could I do it only thinkin about you. Make it happens again. "Immediately after
have collapsed like a child sedated. At 8
I wake up, brush my teeth (better late than never) and do a blind eye to the mobile phone 10 missed calls and two messages.
is one of the reasons why, and 'the best shit I've ever been around, when I do something for him, always appreciated.
"Ich will dich jetzt !" (I want you now)
I recall, trying to organize for us in the coming days, failing.
The important thing for me, as always, 'you know you want it. So I'm really confident that we will see, much more 'than if I had given an appointment, and those caps away like Saltan beers.
11:40 am and I have not yet asleep again, and indeed I got up, Dr Martens, pajama pants and a shirt (no bra clearly that care less if I had not the 4th). Direct direct kebabbaro the house (the same one two days ago told me sadly, without my interest Miniman: "I do love working for 6 weeks .. forever. "
With my good falafel in hand, shopped and watched a movie.
What I usually do throughout the day off, I summed up in the morning. And the specialty 'of the weekend will be' Berghain Sunday morning. As he told me the tour in question, gay: "Sunday morning I like to do branch, drink a little champagne, sf! a bit 'of speed and then Berghain.
My grandmother goes to church on Sunday morning. I'm going to a club where they serve basically homosexual cocaine on trays, embodying the free sex and techno starts on Friday' and continues uninterrupted until to Monday 'next.

Perhaps, perhaps, and' also why I am happy as a clam: will want to go home 'mean sleep, sleep, sleep.

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("This world is a misery, and the other is but a chimera. Fortunato who drink and f .... I will entrust my life to luck praying to God that so until the end when I dragged a Devil. ")

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will come back crawling,

I'm thinking less, or maybe I'm just more affaccendanta otherwise. The fact is that the obsession is dissipating in sporadic thoughts, then the circumstances in determniarlo not matter.

But today is Sunday, not working and I have herpes. So long as there is no light I do not dream of quitting: no distractions, it means nothing more than a good old punkpunk brain.

In this period of slow thoughts, I was made manifest that the appeal of its simplicity brain has a higher price than I thought. Like, I never would have thought it was one that came out in the evening saying, "Tonight the first shot on me at random and make it", if only because he was just on TV that there was a sex scene quite red, and change the channel. I was that while he was sleeping instead of watching the worst porn you laughing like an idiot.
And what you wanted or not, in recent months with me, you grew up, it seems, in the worst way. Because if I really wanted man and you felt you could, if I wanted that I siuro you, it was not to get you out with the teens sluts even foaming at the mouth. But once the dried
rigolo slimy, you have left?
If you're lucky to find a home that does not know that within three months giggle and start to fuck with me because you drink and smoke, then go ahead, I am proud of such a relationship potertela not ever give.
On the other hand, I have the impression that it is exactly what you want even you. And when you will understand, will come back crawling. Because if you think you can do with all what you did with me, you're wrong. Because if you believe that my libertarianism is a revelation about women, you do not understand anything. What
luckily there are far more self-esteem of women with me that we do not even think to consider sex as I've taught myself. Why
for what are also prepared to accept it for what it was, but for everything else I would have to say, by my calculations I can do it when you return, at which point I on the side of the knife handle. In my calculations
it always happens that the other leaves for a time, back then when I'm more pussy than ever. E 'for years to think so and the fact that it's not that just never happened like a linear, does not make me change my mind.

schatzi So, I'm leaving in a week from Berlin. I left little chance to find me, so if you do it will be because you really want.
And if not, you will come to break the legs soon as I can do it in German, which is much better. And then, you'll need to crawl under.

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And me I just get bored to death.

are simply dead tired.
I have to be always attentive to every thing I do, because the work is work, with that is why I must be careful not find out anything about p. and it becomes increasingly difficult, which has seen its plush in my bedroom, could easily look at the mail and read the blog, if you would really know the truth. And I occasionally try to hide it all clumsily, is that it would be a lot of work to do and I do not have all that time, all this meticulousness it to act. Then why
punk, as usual, is risparito. I have briefly summarized the situation:
Me: Ok, that's quite Probably that I'm coming crazy, of course, But I always wonder about what you're doing and I feel lost without it .. know it sounds stupid, But Now , I'm not Able to do nothing else except this. I can’t do anything except be in love with you and all I do is miss you.
now you know what there's in my mind.
I'm also quite sure that you are not really so interesting in it. But at this point also “I don't give a fuck, shut up” could be enough as answer.
At least, say this. Because these silences kill me.
lui: o.O...ohh thats not my mind...i must work from the mornig to the night in the last time...sorry...you can every day come to my in the in the evenings...i think if you come from 8 to 12 is ok...then we can us to converse...k?
it´s to mean no harm...
why you don´t come to me...i think i have sayed to you you can come to me everytime..
naja liebe grüße jean
(NB. Note well the "Well, we salute the final .."..)
I waited a week, July 26th I went to them and clearly, I was not open (but believing that there was no nos, as the dog barked over the intercom, I waited like a stoned for a good three hours outside, so as not to lose the habit. He, of course, never arrived).
We want to blame? but go and did not know that we would go.
then return home, write them a calm message saying, "I came but were not there, tell me when you're there."
no frills, clean and courteous.
At that, the tragic discovery that happened with myspace, also tells you if the other person reads the message and when. So you know
that the law the next day at noon (that is, I always like to write at 4 am, he, much more sober than me, at noon, when I sleep I still me fat).
law and not even smear the shit.
To which, I have been patient three days, a week or ten days. Then, I do not have more than done: "you're still in blöder arsch.blablablaaaa. Suck."
Again, no frills, simple, but much, much less polite.
I, who am a fox, I waited four days before seeing whether or not I had said, surprise, surprise, after nearly a week, did not read it yet. To which I would like to bury
Sollo. According to Vale is on vacation.
here I am afraid to death. I am totally mad, from his point of view, in fact. That is, a week went from crawling to appeals a whip.
If one day I had to open the mail and find a message from him, I would die, I swear. I do not know why, I panic that I respond. You should see me when I see that Tambourine was the message in your inbox, that sigh of relief that comes.
Which is stupid if I did not feel it was enough not to write, no? So I am well sure that I do not answer. But now it's as if I have surrendered to the fact that I'll never be able to end a relationship. It must be that he does not answer me, because it was normal to be so. Or rather, it is so that I always succeed, but that does not make any case at all normal, in fact, is ill.
I really do not feel it anymore. Or maybe yes, but not now, now I only think of anything else, that fact is both practically impossible for him again on September 1. I'm just wondering if you just go back to Italy to forget about it, to even be able to kiss someone else. Because when I left his house I stayed with the usual fuck with people passing through my room, yet I've never done anything. It 's true, there was Patrick, but that's a different story, that's a story of pride. Still, I do not know how, I have no idea why either, but fuck ours is a love story and see that I fuck up everything just because now you want your life suffocates me with rage. And 'we are the same, do the exact same things. Why can not we do it together?
His time there would, I would certainly not going to give up doing the course.
Actually I just me "held good." Ideally, I promise to live with me between a year and a half or two.
I'm going crazy, but really what I want.
Then of course, I look around and wonder why on earth would do such a thing for me. Then vote again the mirror and see that he is not is great perfection, far from it. Yet despite everything, everything that sucks you in and out, all the evil I've seen you can do, I do not want more. So I think in short, could be the same for him. It is he who told me to go and stay with him, it was he who had written to me first, he was the same as she hugged me and so that just a week ago I wrote that I could go to him whenever I wanted.
But I still do not understand, if you are an asshole, or simply takes things very calmly. Which among other things, it would be exactly what I am.
And in fact I think the relief to see that I write is just a hope that is not crazy like me. E 'German god, can not feel emotions so genetically strong.
this would already be enough chaos in the brain, but instead I have more.
At work is a delusion, there is a tense environment, always litigate all, my boss pulls like hell and drinks galore.
To give an idea, I worked last Saturday evening. There were two waiters, as always, the tables all filled in and all filled out, without a break between 18:30 and midnight. Alle9, I was in panic. Why because I'm the only one of two who has been there for more 'than two weeks, it was obvious that she owned everything I'd just like my boss. So, in addition to the usual orders at the tables, make the dishes, clear, manage bookings, equipment and deal There was also managing the work of the cook, the dishwasher handle \\ proponent of flat bread and salad, so even coordinate their timing, and to ensure that the refrigerators were always full.
At 21, I was getting a nervous breakdown. In these cases, the third bedroom is always, always say, was Maurice (the head) and he was the first to get angry if you do not call him because we needed it. So I do not call because I have time. Comes with the girl who does the cleaning in the morning, black, 1.80, two huge boobs, hair riccissimi, a smile and practically naked.
"Well what should I do? There's nothing to do, you're taking out the"
"It Mauri, but I'll take 6 € per hour and I is going to be a heart attack, if it would help me better
"Well, tell me what to do"
Perfect, another to manage. For more with a bitch that is not dissected from behind the counter because it has to speak with Maurice . Like, I had to make a coffee stand in the middle between her tits and fuck her hard.
Creepy, really.
"Okay, if thou hast not want to do anything, I'm alone, but you have to give me permission you can get in trouble all the others, then if you lay off none of my business "
He makes a face Scazzi \\ disgusted, wanders around for a few minutes, then disappears into thin air.
And the people, was more and more.
Within ten minutes Mauri calls me: "But what the hell do you care! Close All But!".
To which I got it I really like the owner and I thought how could he read everything from stress two years without interruption: I opened the fridge and I pour a glass of white wine, then I added a bit 'of Aperol ( not a drop, a bit '). Here is the answer.
time half an hour, and in fact the situation was brought under full control, I was in command and the others were doing. Keeping everything in perfect order, the perfect Nazi. Just a shame, I was drunk. And when I'm drunk as I know, I become too annoying and too direct. To which everyone hated me and I have a crazy fun fall into depression. The day after I discovered also losing out to the stomach.

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All that I could never say face him.

It seems that the storm has subsided.
Last night we went out again, I and V. All
as always, to drink the Späti Cola cans of Jim Beam for 3 and € 90. We both knew that there was a taboo subject, one that I spoke of the Punk and you who, for the first time, do not talk about Father
I think I can finally say that there will never see again. You've already told him this many times, but there was no reason not to see it as bleak as the one you instead of sitting in front of you, by your own drinking glass. For this you can not forget that there is a reason: it's over between you and I are proof. Try not to think about it, as I wonder what happened to work in those days. Lying if I said that the only thing you hear is the sound when I talk to hate. When you call me by name, think of P. telling you that want to fuck with me and not you.
will take some time to come see me as someone they can trust.
I want to be sure you have the patience to wait long to accept the fact of losing him and recognize that it is more important to have me with you again. What about him does not matter. But you must forgive me, because if you had been in my shoes would have done the same. Because you're selfish like me and the time is right to recognize it. Let
a lid on both, the salts saltagli in my shoulders and head.
We were joined, paradoxically, aviation, below, in the spying. To discover all his lies. I'm sorry to admit, but I recognized party from time to time. I left sleeping in my bed as if nothing had happened, we still sitting in the middle, never on your side, out of three is more fun.
But you're the first to know that the wrong things happen, that people are bad without a limit.
I do not even remember all the lies I've told you just to have the opportunity to speak of him as something of my own, inventing men past and present ghosts. This happened to me, as I do? Why do I need you, you know everything which is important for me, and he was not a little in recent months. Despite this abyss of silence, I felt like no one else is close now.
But it is a neighbor to death abyss, no more silence, no more hidden truth.
So do not leave me now, do not get tired of me now.
I will try to win you back, as is done between lovers. Do you still remember as I was when I was unsuspecting and in the right.
In a month I will go and I can not afford to leave even sulky. I want you to miss me and want that in a year you come back here to live together, open the local white wine and finally put on ice. No more scenes Stern's forgotten in the freezer to thaw the day before put into a bowl of hot water.
'll be better, we'll have a house where we would like to live, each with their own room and huge kitchen where you can make all the holidays we want. Will we have the raw white parquet and balcony with sofa and coffee table. A poster of Johnny Cash in the room, the curtains printed with our happy big face outward, the blow-up of Jessica Beatrice Fletcher in the kitchen, and the small Communist matryoshkas jolly Buddha.
Living in Neukölln and there will be Spätiman under the house that will treat us like we were his daughters.
But for now we are here, with his feet well to balance on a gray carpet that smells of smoke and sweat. It's hell in which it is natural to sin.
Believe me, everything will change.

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We're here to unravel the real issue: "I want Both of you.."
Finally, you have admitted. Happily surprised by my "I know, but it is not a problem for me. But for her it."
sitting in your All-Star, from the armchair that you will smile, proud of me and kiss me. It all seems crazy to the point of anxiety in the crisis have to feel your bare skin above me. It makes me scream, cry, tear the flesh from off you greasy. I get up and put my clothes, for one, two, five times. At six, I give.
And when you give in, someone always has to go to see you fall.
That one, that morning, was an Australian took home only hours before, left at first only to sleep in the room. What parents should do things big, and talk and solve all the problems in other evenings were left instead to create.
As an advertisement, just a minute before the key scene.
And everything starts again, immediately after the stacchetto.
"I know we are alone, finally."
By the time that we can not manage, a me that is becoming increasingly full of fear and remorse. Instead
to get rich, I feel just to be near imploding. Even when I realize how easy it is to hold you to sleep. Even when in the midst of all, I see that there always a thread of looks that binds us.
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Note: they are clearly under the influence of drugs. The beer is always and only northbound, 60 cents a pint.

They were the longest days of my life. those in which case just to put your nose out of the house, gets sucked into a vortex of the psyche, a sick mind.

Therefore, we assume that this month I have not worked an onion, so I do not have a penny laundry. Considering that tomorrow I have to pay 300 € rent and under the bed I have 35. And I do not mean that I have somewhere else, not even in the bank as matre me put them in your hand just arrived in Italy the money of the month.
Add to this, even the detail of punk (punkticolare!), that is, its final elimination of me from his life, only dramatic as a German could be.
Add the fact that I worked only Monday and this morning and this has created an ocean of time from having to fill in, and I get bored very, very easily. So on Monday night I slunk home to my colleague at 2 am. I left the morning after the morning after, at 6, I was still there. And I left again in the afternoon.

Here, as was Wednesday. Let it be clear that I have not fucked any way possible, but not even making out. Also admit that, maybe a little 'for revenge (though not to him, of course), I did the bitch all night, in true sense provocative. Oh yes, I did own the bitch. But sometimes we must also find some 'balance.
And I also cried many times because I turned around and saw the punk.
Jesus torture.
So, I said, is Wednesday. And Wednesday
'there was the total pot, with two sudden changes, then again the flatness, instantly. The first jolt and 'was, in fact, the punk that I deleted from msn. The other was the fact that finally, after three days of visits (and of course miles and miles on foot), I found Patrick to work. I went early, going to dinner in Switzerland (a friend of Vale), I saw, I came, I gave the book that I wrote the 2nd time we met - so full of soul-time, imperplessitissimo him, I greet him and I go out.
But then there was also was the return from dinner. I pass on the tram, hyper-uber-pretty sure I would not have been so stupid as to fall. I see him out, only two tables occupied, he sat smoking. And fuck, if it could have been even vaguely worthwhile .. why not!
Get off the tram, walk back. Obviously I do the scene .. "I'm randomly going from here" (which every time I pass always from the same direction as the bus stop 'there), he greets me Scazzi, I will still stop by, two bla bla, it puts a annoiatissimo "Okay if you want to go for a drink at closing .. ", to which an answer very nearly cold c'avrai send me a message if you still want, I'm not going to wait for anything."
course, silent grave.
I go back to home, and it 'Thursday'. I sleep, after I do not know what. I sleep well until 7:30.
I go down in total, of those who do not think you ever leave the house for the rest of your life. I get down to the point such as to listen to Joy Division. un'emo as a generation better than this. I'm in bed mulling between revenge and strategies to make them understand what I want him. Besides depression, bipolar disorder then.
Why is it that I could never see the punk, I really slaughters. Then Patrick
seeing well behaved in exactly the same way, I'm just saying - be it 'but then I'm fucking. (Pretending not to think of Faith)
Around noon, comes home Vale. It was Saturday, which was making his cock, between Martin and the Swiss, even without ever returning home. I who was slightly irritated by this, because I hate to live alone anyway (just to see me to understand what can door), I just replied in a tone slightly acid, I skipped the nerves. A couple of frasucole shrill and truncated, then I in the room and she goes out.
In the following close behind (by checking the box that she had already left), deciding that if I die in that room, at least I had the right to be made.

Uban, Kotti, exchange rate, a stop at the beer spaeti: magic Gorli Park, just in front of me! By
little confident, reading 'Ask the Dust' without looking up (I no longer need to go there) since I sat in Uban.
There 's where the type of all time, with two others. Unodeidue from me, and repeats the quellodisempre tape "But but no go! But give him more than and 'always there. "

..

Unodeidue try to give it, but I to the heavenly sound of those words (and remember that 'hard time of famine) do not move a finger.
obtained a doubling of the amount, 'grin and I'm leaving. Quellodisempre follow me. "I smoke one together here?"
My first thought 'was "I will never use mine.." And so, an immediate "ok 'and' release before I knew it.
park board, "But you do not speak English, eh?" "Oh no .. its"
German for me and 'drittodritto a slow torture leading to death.
At that, finished the three sentences on the cross that we could exchange, both but-the-fuck-that-there-abbiamoin common?, for both are-made-and-not-quite-understand-anything.

Ten minutes later we were to massage the shoulders, he was holding a bag of grass from 10 € gram of cocaine with a lot of homage.

No comment, really.

To which, I already gave up for dead, including the etymology of the word.
In a tone similar to the one who had the bell of the test fire at the school during a surprise task (which certainly would not have played with fire, and saw that 'supply. At least, so' I think the primary), it sounds mobile phone: Debbie. Okay, I promised just twelve hours before dropping her and her loathsomeness of my life, but then nothing could be worse than the situation. On the other hand, I also seemed to hold it just a good way.
I tell him he was my boss telling me that I had to work at night and that it was better to go home (it was 2 pm in the meantime). There seems to believe, then again, the beer spaeti (a specific moment that I was in shirt / black pajamas, saying "my favorite monsters" and drawn in so many monsters, even without a bra, denim skirt and flip flops. The portrait of sciattezza short), and down to Uban Rosenthaler. And again in Kastaniennalle area (which is where I saw the punk case for the last time Patrick and where he works), but Debbie, had to stay there. And if there is no 'right alterative .. Spaeti, beer.

She tells me that the first was in Alexander Platz was a mulatto child on the phone, the police jumped on him from behind, in the three agents blocked by the hands, handcuffed, thrown to the ground .. and he fell the parties are from the mouth a flood of colorful mini bags. He and all his 12 years, impassive.

Then needed another beer.

Then, with all its orrendezza (and I'm not usually so harsh ..) and it tells me that 'love. It should be ', if God leads me to alcoholism, I can not give up. She
going to work, I come home, as was the original plan, to commit suicide. Only that it was already spent so 'long (it was 18) I had already changed his mind.
ponder what to do, smoke. Smoke, and send a message to Vale: "Know that I do not have with you, I'm just pissed off black with punk, but there's no 'a shit to talk about, so I prefer to keep the facts miei.anyway, what are you doing? I would want to get over and go to the cccp techno night. "

Answer: "I'm crying a little bit to dussman, Patrick sent me a message."
What the fuck, I went last night to give him the book of our love, and he calls her?
But a limit has it?
To which I meet with Vale, the spaeti to Rosenthaler. For a while 'there is also the Swiss. A couple of beers, then everyone at home. They are, once again I do not know how, 22. It is I who made us ultra puffy beer like real bums that are observed. Let's go home for a good 15 more minutes and then we are the spaeti, Rosenthaler clearly a heterosexual couple and a gay German (with the apostrophe?).

A couple of beers and then is techno night.

the CCCP, the gay leads us to a new addiction: the New Russian. One shottino with the colors of Russia (or at least, so they told m. .. now that I think as far as I know I could fuck with me unless I knew the least like the flag Russia) and a lot of very strong, with a liquor dolcissimisimo the end. Divine.
It is the second round. Then a
Jegermeister, then the techno speati stove .. and again. It's me again, and alone. It's me again, and drunk in the sun near Patrick. And we know that we are around 3 am, and 'because we know that if we are drunk and drunk and we are together, he can not have fun.
by the book, Vale wrote to him. She tells him that he was working and it would come to the 4. Another hour to spaeti. Worth a look and ask when was the last time she ate. Buy a touch of bread with a touch of spinach, all in perfect geometric shape. And the first bite becomes the first spit. Another 50 cents by the wayside.

the third Sterni spaeti already battered by 'loves us like we were his daughters, we decide that the only solution is to go on the swing. So we go to the park next door, we get stuck in the basket (the round, swinging, here, on a height of proportion compared to what are our legs, but also to what is' our lucidity).

Specifically, I said, 'Well, I usually do so .. "and we fall in full in the face and legs in the air.
When I go I see that dress but poor Calabrian guinea Vale and 'exactly the same as that of Flistones had Bambam. I laugh at bad, you all.

dawn of the fourth five, full sun on our faces color Russian flag, Patrick, is worthy of his presence. He sits on the ground, I'm in a position unthinkable on a carousel, afraid to move in that I went away a few tendon Vale joins him, and giving him the dress screams "Bambambammmm."
This is it 's true love.
You talk, you roll the 7. I started working at 11 and there was starting to get boring. Perfect time to go to sleep. Greetings, Vale says it will reach me in ten minutes, as indeed it always has. He 'confusissimo the fact that I I'm going, follow me not only with eyes but with all the big face, with no restraint, until 'not go down the steps. And I, I care that he does so, of course. I take the
Uban, come home, millionth barrel, flat bread, "Gardens in Autumn" and sleep and 'rightly arrived.
It was 7.45.

At 8:30, I wake up. Empty house ".. It? ... Vale?". Hier keine Vale.
Here, I knew, he told all, showed the notebook .. now what the hell do I? The name and does not respond. The call, phone is off.
panic.
Now back home and I tell her what? How dare I look into her eyes?

Decided: tell her that he had asked me to take a long time ago, and it was so, only a young thing. Dependable as
the history of X-rays at the knee when I went to Milan in a day round trip just to fuck with F.
I racked my brains in bed dying of hot, half naked, with his feet towards the head to breathe more. I also believed to suffer from asthma, for a moment.
time, ten minutes, I hear the key in the lock. I die in a moment, Vale looks at me and laughs, I revived. Leave the door open, a walk through the house, in silence and said: "We do not 'Martin is not it?" "Why there should be Martin here?". And Patrick
enter.
Bella there.
As always, I dumped on the bed. I propose to move in a decent room. He sings "beer beer beeer."
I get up, get dressed, I go to the room. PC, music, beer and cane. In two hours I have to be at work.
It goes to take a shower. P. kiss me, I read everything, we must speak at all, please I want you (I closed the book with "So, you want me? Fucking come on and break the door down, I'm ready). He kisses as sweet as he had never done and I melt like a suckling pig on 'fire.
If you want me why you call her and not me?!
and kisses me. It should be
'. Blablablaaaaaaaaaaa.
In a mix of drunken German English
"Du willst nur me When you are so drunk That you can not even hope in an erection. Quite useless, oder?" (I want to go when you're so drunk they can not even hope for an erection. Pretty useless, no?)
No baby, i need to meet you .. Tomorrow, in the night, at 4 ..
But to meet the 22 as good Christians never eh?
not say, but kissed him. Risbuca Vale. Ah, the good old days of lemons hidden. Jesus stress.
I shower and get ready for work. He falls asleep in my bed and she and 'next door to watch a movie.
I go to work drunk. Apparently completely healthy (also known as a reliable person on this). Slip in the middle of the room while I washed the tables. I am again smashes face. I start washing the tables and I will stab a splinter in your thumb. In any case, I can survive for eight hours and go home. Patrick
he's' just left.

Vale: - And then we fucked a little bit this morning ..
Me: - but right here in my bed? Right where I lie now?

gave me a look of terrifying - but at least shut up, bitch. At that
return with my body in the soft shell and I fell silent.
you go to Martin and I write a message to Patrick "I'll be at home alone a tomorrow morning. Das ist mir egal." (I'm home alone until morning, but do some shit that you like.)
At now I'm wondering if you understand the meaning of "if you want to come, so tell me what you tell me ..".
I hope not, at least maybe maybe having redeemed € 100 to work towards one, I can go to sleep, though not quite serene calm.

It is now Sunday.