Change Batman Arkham Asylum Language I get tired Alternately, bad ...

And what is my sentence ... at least I feel so ... I've never felt that I have sought some truth, suffer, tired, do not know ... I feel pretty useless in that sense ...

Although I did just in sports ... and boy is rewarding ... feel total physical exhaustion your body, and sweating, on the verge of collapse, his heart a thousand per hour ...

Come to think, I will miss him crazy enough ... I hope not too soon ...

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thinking a few days ago ...
but now other problems ... CHTMLExistential Crisis XC again?
the hell's wrong with me ... and I wonder to myself ... was not it was okay? it was matter resolved? Why
of overnight awake in the morning wondering ... What is my life? ... Is that question I will take it until they die? ...
And the main question is ... Why come to my mind again? What did I do to think so?
I want to end this torment ... now. So much is the fear of life? ...

aw ... is odd ..
Now I have someone to live for, that really fills my life, I felt itthings r never felt ... like love ... Why are days when I feel so empty? it is? I hate these mood swings ... days ago I was happy and full ... shining life, love someone, everything is beautiful ... Now what?

I'm too weak mentally speaking ... so much so that I fear I have myself ...
my reaction ... I can not conclude in a psychiatric sitting out the life before my eyes ... that life would that be?

really ... I do not appreciate what I have around ...

Wh & amp; eacute; happens that I am not able to succeed and strive for something?

Do I know where I stand? completely opened my eyes? I think not ... So ... What do I need to feel good about myself? Because they say that is the foundation for a good living ...

Ah ... that life is ... Someday

really cry ...


But the truth is ... I do not want to cry alone ... ...

memories disappear and reappear ... stormy memories ... fear invades me ... I calm down and try to follow the normal life ...
oh .. peace of mind please ... come to me ...
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Thanks for everything ... for being there ... to support, protect, love me ...
not sufficient for you ... but ... I can change ...
I love you so ...
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is everything? I hope so ...

lately writing just what bothers me ... I write good things ...

be another time ...

I have much to tell.

Is it fun to feel more calm after some good words of encouragement and write this? oo
I know ... I am a fucking weird ... I can not help ...