Mi Paste Decalcification Reviews

I stopped writing because I wanted to be repetitive, but I remembered why I have this blog and I realized that when I write I am in pain again and again to overcome , to extract a different sense of my own words.

Lately I learned a lot about me. Realizing the shortcomings and bad decisions on their own is both depressing and enlightening. Unfortunately for me, the theory seems valid only after the experience. It is pointless for someone to explain it, I wrong to understand exactly why it was wrong.

The solitude weighs on me. It is difficult and humiliating to admit that I've waited my whole life appears someone fix me, make me complete. This knowledge is why I decided to be alone for a time. And the harder I find it, the more I realize how necessary it is. I am dependent

worst thing is that not even the people themselves, but what they represent. A haven, a port, the idea of \u200b\u200bsecurity. I looked for someone to cling desperately to avoid falling.

Now that time has passed is more clear to me and start to appreciate the two men in my life for what they were. Sometimes I miss them both with the same intensity, but differently. The full version naive and idealized love, a boy who gave everything and I try to mature to get out of my trap with a wounded man who was extremely hard to show emotions. I loved them despite them both myself and wish I could repair the damage they cause, but there is no turning back and the road ahead will be painful. At last I can acknowledge how much they taught me and have lost them, that otherwise would live in my own lie.

I can not love anyone until you stop looking for someone to love. That is the terrible paradox. I want to be a lovable person, a person with the ability to offer it. I want to be the woman he could fall in love if it were a man. I deserve what I have or once had.

How to love someone who is in love with love, someone who loves you, but you sees it as a means to heal, to feel whole?

The reason I was so torn apart after that I was the middle of something and I started to fill my void with someone else. I heal on my own, I must be a complete person before you even consider maintaining a healthy bond with someone worthwhile. Otherwise, and is a great subject, provoke destruction and misery.

I also decided not to have sex or aventurillas to be fine. I used sex as a placebo feelings the most primitive feel a connection with someone. Do not want to be the sad bitches, looking for Prince Charming from bed to bed. For now I have someone to care for and know well. I have a very important relationship with me, shit if it sounds corny, but I feel much better.


Brighten Darling Nicotine by

High Heels Transporter Ii

Monika Citizen awareness, memory and alertness

D rom read long columns of the Czech writer Monika Zgustova in El Pais. Always lucid, always appealing to the memory, long against so many miseries of the human. Yesterday I read a new article and here I recommend him.

Seborrheic Dermatitis In Hair

"written in pain" - Damn Desperate

My latest posts

cost me a lot of work, I invested longer than I had ever spent on any other input and oddly do not seem much to his liking, judging by the number of comments. Now go through a lock. Simply I can not write, I can not structure my ideas. I can not find an appropriate title or a song to my entries. I do not know what style is the blog, and what are its parameters. I have accumulated ideas that do not fit together. I feel much pressure, I do not want to be repetitive, I will not post garbage. No one may be interested in my mental vomit.

I feel strange, with a bad feeling as if something was not right. The feeling with me every day and I feel uncomfortable. Even the alcohol soothes me. I feel my distant friends, I see conspiracy everywhere. Total paranoia. Write

... help me survive. And if I can not slowly poison me with my own ideas. I feel that I observed. Even I am afraid of you readers, their eyes scanning each letter. Just deleted a post I wrote drugged out of sheer embarrassment. What the fuck me? Will you have to do with my illness? I'm too self-conscious to act naturally.

I can not concentrate. The world seems blurred and I got faulty ideas. I'm bored, I feel trapped. I'm a fucking derelict. I can not sleep, I can not wake up. Maybe I'm missing the rest of the month. I'm exhausted. I'm drowning. This is my descent into Maelström .

I survive? "Aging pop up? Swallow

by Placebo

Alima Foundation Swatches

An old axiom against Madrid

S and deflated again into the Florentine Madrid.

was lost punch both praised the English press. It was that which had been glued to breathe all the curia of Madrid. And the rest was aspiring to chance. as it did against Sevilla in La Liga days ago.

As a project, Madrid itself is postponed. That old axiom: buy figures do not fix a computer, and even help to make up a result.

For what's in Copa del Rey Alcorcón, mother of the verb, it has no name. And now it's Lyons in the Champions League, to tell the straight truth, came to be the Alcorcón Europe. Did something that Lyon had lasted any of the English teams are in the league?

How Can We Get Rid Of Musterbation In Islam

Northbound

For Lázaro Guzmán

N ACI 1974. In that year a revolution ended with the dictatorship of Oliveira Salazar in Portugal and soldiers roamed the streets with red carnations in the barrels of the guns from the popular joy. My mother, always attentive to the movements that shook the world, kept a newspaper clipping of those events in Lisbon.

the end that revolution failed like many others, but always remembered the picture accompanying the story, a girl who looked to the soldiers from the crowd. The girl's eyes as large as the full moon, encouraged my childhood universe, wanted to meet her one day when I was big and could travel the world. "I want to be diplomatic," I told everyone, "to travel."

My father, who knew how difficult this race can be studied with limited seating and no contact, defined as "leverage" that could help, he thought it best to start saving so that when I turned the age of majority could travel Moscow's tourist trip only allowed for Cubans at that time. The problem was that when I could have saved money had already dropped the socialist camp and the tourist.

Over time I became an engineer and managed to work for an institute as a researcher. I could then travel to workshops and seminars to Latin America and Europe, until one afternoon in December 2002 decided not to return and "defect" in Mexico. Already

my visa had expired 15 days, so I was illegal, so I started the application is lodged with the Human Rights Commission. He had saved some money, so while deciding my case, I found a small room in Matamoros street in the heart of Tepito market. In the morning walking among the smell of fresh tortilla posts and the "wipe guerita is cheap" sellers of stereos, jeans, tiger ointment for sexual potency and other Chinese trinkets, some legal and most of smuggling.

A Mexican colleague who had known a year ago at a workshop in Costa Rica, I had promised to work in a research center in Oaxaca once had my papers in order, everything was a matter of waiting and if I could get me some work much better.

found a job in Computer Plaza as a seller of hardware, but the pay was so low that spending more on going to work than winning, so I decided to stay quiet in the room and spending the least expected of asylum political. I bought cans of tuna, crackers and instant soups and with that I put up the storm.

took nearly six months and the same evening that could not take over the tuna in a fit of vomiting, the Commission denied the asylum me, advising me to emigrate to neighboring countries with a letter of safe passage way to avoid problems at checkpoints . The two options were Guatemala and the United States, if my heart ever had headed south, for this once and for all shifted to the north.

Invitation Wording Where Guests Pay

Houston Vigil in memory of Orlando Zapata

Thanks to the organization Casa Cuba and tireless activist Jorge Ferragut received in my email the photos to the vigil held on Saturday 27 in homage to Cuban political prisoner Orlando Zapata Tamayo, who died in Cuban jails days ago. This humble tribute to a Cuban, but indomitable took place at the headquarters of the Friends Bookstore, owned by Celso Alonso, number 5401 Bissonet Avenue, southwest of the city.

world echoed the condemnation of the unfortunate death of Zapata and showed their solidarity with Cuban democrats. And here in America is not just Miami or Florida the scene of protests, marches, prayers and vigils.

Houston, in particular, now has a growing Cuban community committed to the struggle of our brothers there in the island for the final establishment of democracy and respect for human rights, constantly trampled by the government of the Castro brothers.

I do not know all the brothers that appear in these images, but I send my hug and my support from this blog that is theirs as well.

Maxi And Chelsea Charms

A capuccino Drawing on the morning

For Lázaro Guzmán

V ivo in 794 of the Normandy Street, two blocks from Interstate 10 east of the city. The area is a typical blue collar neighborhood , as cataloged in the working class neighborhoods in reference to the blue uniforms that are used in most factories. My uniform is blue with white logo Hunting Energy in the left pocket. Normally I work from 6 pm to 6 am, every day, without rest even on a Sunday, but today there were problems with the machines and left at 3 am. It's Friday and I thought I could use some of the night, so I got a shirt that he kept in the box office and left me blue shorts only worker. I drove a while until downtown, looking for any bar or pub where you can hear a live band or recorded music at least. The premises were closed: a real ghost town atmosphere with a backdrop of skyscrapers and highways that intersect. I decided to return home and before I stopped at a gas station to buy a beer. "No beer, sir," the clerk told me embarrassed as if he had seen the devil. Then I remembered that Texas law prohibits the sale of alcohol after 2 am, no drinks no reason for locals to remain open or that people simply choose to walk the streets. Everything is designed for people to go to bed early and get ready for work the next morning. So system works to try to be as efficient as possible. If there is any free time to go shopping to malls to later analysts to study the consumer index and predict the economy.

finally bought a cappuccino and I went cold drink while driving. Upon arrival at the apartment still was not sleepy and missing almost an hour before dawn. I turned on the stereo, not very high to avoid the neighbors complained to the administration of the condominium, and I thought it was good time to put the shower curtain had already purchased a week was still in the package.

already beginning to rise neighbors. The next door are a family of China, yesterday I first saw as he left for work, they were arriving and greeted me with a smile. The opposite is in India. Mrs. usually walk your little girl in the hallways, sometimes I hear the metallic clink of their ethnic necklaces. I never returned the greeting, I do not understand English, but always looks as immutable when he sees me as if I did not exist. I have not yet

living room furniture. Actually I do not know if I decide to completely furnish the apartment, I started from scratch many times and always leaving all belongings behind, this time not worth working. I do not know if it will achieve it anymore a year in Texas, even in the U.S. I think I return to Europe at any time. Hopefully I can return to my old job in Rome. There also all closed at 2 am and no loud concerts around the Vatican not to wake up His Holiness. But the city enveloped in the magic of ancient rites and made me feel alive. Not like now in this nonsense that I find myself involved.

already the sun has risen fully, so I sleep better, tomorrow is another day or another night, I have no idea.

Photo: File Internet.