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Life paradoxical and ironic, sometimes used to think that someone is wroth with me and threw some bad vibes, as someone once told me: "there are bad people inside," what he meant was that the evil in his blood and one sees good and you're stuck in an endless number of bad days and bad luck, which seems like a never ending story and end up regretting your own existence.
Well once believed in endless situations (nonsense more than anything), but I think one is conditioned against the bad times, the harmful Monday, fomes slow Sunday.
been several days without a start in my draft blog, but the truth seeking in my mind a theory for such a "rough patch" that will not only be convincing to those who read, but most of all, to calm my questions suffocating bully me before bed.
Life is often paradoxical and ironic, and always looking for a reason to laugh at me in my face, which often makes me think that almost got used to it, however not always get used, you accept and my Dodge attitude is what makes the situation in front of me, ie I've had terrible days and I'm done with a smile on my face, rage, impotence, who knows, maybe it's a resource that lets me escape into my own discomfort and pretend that everything at some time (thinking about a remote possibility) will change suddenly.
an internal battle I've been trying to find some justification for why this is happening or why I, who typically has not been asked that when one is with the mud up to their necks. People usually cry, hours, days and do not blame them, but that does not help, I have witnessed such situations and terrified me, I am stiff, not knowing what to do while the rest part shared hugs and say things like, ahh, if not nothing, is going to happen, the typical count on me, I'll be there and those kitsch that only work at that time. Well
among which I stood, trying to say: Look you can do this or that, perhaps if you talk about some serve, clearly I do is visualize a possible solution: one, to see a light output and two, that stop mourn.
Although that's what I usually do, this technique I can not self-fulfillment because under the motivation is difficult to make a last effort, a autoaliento with the illusion that one day soon the sun will rise.
I searched thousands of theories, but they fall one by one as the domino and precisely because of this terrible situation, I admit that I cried, but I think they crave so much anger situation ends up destroying it, as do all things in due time and the best way, also distorts the pavement, indeed, are others to break it with gusto, with intention.
I also cried because I could not see another alternative solution, I was so assured, so ready that I only 2 days enough to find a new way to go.
And although I have, I feel that I have, I have appropriated anything yet, my body became passive and my mind was filled with aggression, thinking why the outside and I saw that betrayal of her as something that "maybe I should happen."
insist again, the usual means not accept, but I think I've learned to live with the good that is short and to the glory that fades in seconds, the problem is that they never measured the fraction of time that happens. 
Life is a moment should be used as as what goes down (sounds stupid, but it makes sense), I feel that I'm touched or about to fall. Just a touch.
Amen.
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