imagination encircles the world...
I've reading PROMETHEA lately and what can I say... it's great, really really great. My bro tells me that the plot thickens later on and it gets much more interesting so am looking forward to keep reading.
I took the second step and the third. As a second step I erase all my cellphone messages from her... like I said to Pancho yesterday it is pretty hard to read all those unkept promises, all of those "I'll always love you", or those "I want you to be happy... with me" and of course the little cute ones that said something like "I love you PEPINOTE". It was so hard that I almost burst into tears infront of Mixup, but in the middle of that self-toture progress Quique came along so I regain strenght and didn't cry (I just don't like people to see me cry.. dunno why, I know that's wrong but that's the way it is).
When I got home I tried to delete some of Ireri's mails... I couldn't... maybe I will do it later.
That's all for today, my mom wants to use (yet again) the computer.
I'M SO BORED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have lot's of things to write... about imagination, hope and that kinda of stuff but my mom is gonna kill me if I don't stop right now.
C'ya guys.
I took the second step and the third. As a second step I erase all my cellphone messages from her... like I said to Pancho yesterday it is pretty hard to read all those unkept promises, all of those "I'll always love you", or those "I want you to be happy... with me" and of course the little cute ones that said something like "I love you PEPINOTE". It was so hard that I almost burst into tears infront of Mixup, but in the middle of that self-toture progress Quique came along so I regain strenght and didn't cry (I just don't like people to see me cry.. dunno why, I know that's wrong but that's the way it is).
When I got home I tried to delete some of Ireri's mails... I couldn't... maybe I will do it later.
That's all for today, my mom wants to use (yet again) the computer.
I'M SO BORED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I have lot's of things to write... about imagination, hope and that kinda of stuff but my mom is gonna kill me if I don't stop right now.
C'ya guys.

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