How ironic. When I write here, most of the time plane is inspiration to me, I still see this as a kind of strange, unknown, "the devil" as my grandmother would say. But when I go walking in the street, think as if you were narrating my life, what happens to me ... "I'm always glad to see it, but I did not like, the mere fact of talking to her out of each class was happy for the rest of the day" , but came here and it seems that everything I write has no cohesion, "Then I figured that the music of The Nutcracker puts me in a good mood , maybe it's because what I write is not significant but also that something happens to me interesting to say and to try to write no words to describe it is then when I write the first thing that comes to my mind . Like most people, right?.
Today I saw Daphne, after a year and a half of no contact with her. Nails and dirt were in high school, after leaving school we both went to the trials of dementia * Cats * fakes, and at the end we went to Parque de las Palapas to eat quesadillas and junk food, then watched the show Pandrosus the Clowns, or we would the Pakula (all that was my Coyoacán, so to speak), so you could say that 90% of the day that I spent countless hours I spent sleeping with her. Then he got mad at me because I started to get along very well with the other theater (or rather got jealous, in its way), then I got upset ... and there were several problems, such as Daphne fight VS the rest of the class in high school graduation trip. So, since I left the third had not seen until today. I was really excited, really, but I am also disappointed. When we got practically I admired, was very intelligent, I wanted to study medicine, studied languages, taking dance classes, was someone very interesting, and now I saw her a few minutes I started talking about her nails, the clothes he had bought in the 18 months since we had seen and all frees it had on their study trip to France. But it was not the worst, invited a guy-on-hard to remember what name he had met the previous day in the den, so I felt very uncomfortable, both for its dramatic change (and its emptiness, more than anything) as I saw the guy that ugly (and since I never intimidated me ... HA!), then cowardly finjí a call (when they are turning off the phone before, do not want anyone to call me during my move) and told him that I had to go. Would not go to the cinema to hear how fajaban front of me, to see a movie that I wanted (and had to leave before seeing another Daphne). I guess it's very normal that people change as well, but you never expect it.
(To make matters worse, finjí thrilled that I called was my "girlfriend" who had just returned from vacation ..... I patéeeeeetico).
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