Son Let Me Touch His Penis

This is not life. It is a stolen season.

writing this to begin 7:09 am on a Wednesday. I felt more tired lately. Should be at yoga. Minimum should be studying for the matter why I come on Wednesday. Not so. Every morning I can barely open my eyes and when she finally achievement is again that concern.

Now if I can maintain backward barely awake. With even side notes that should be studied. But I will not for now. I again hate to be so stupid to forget my headphones and ignore my stomach and asked for a decent breakfast though and had my breakfast.

Life goes on, so I must go too. ///////



10 pm was a time that it was too early to go to sleep. Whether it's caused insomnia (because at that time that made their way home and aprovechava to recover lost sleep) or the workload that still could not she would typically reduce the bed around 11 or 11:30.

But this time it was not. Decided to behave selfishly and not maintain contact with their friends so that would tell over and over again the same existential questions that everyone had. For the first time, she decided to think first and then others. That was why he was in bed, turn on as many blankets as he could thus achieving a pleasant feeling of warmth that seeped for each extension of your skin.

With the lights out staring at the ceiling trying to find that solution does not exist between the Tyrol and the focus of your room. Tomorrow would be another day to start much earlier than others, would rise, they bathe, they enlist, have breakfast, go the school and all steps that made up choreography for the waltz routine of his life. Because at that dance was not altered steps allowed much less improvisation.

However, he wished with all his desire to follow a refugee under their blankets, as if those pieces of cloth could defend it against all the evil that was in his life, as if to strengthen that might address all the weaknesses that had a, as if those fabrics were just a cocoon that preparing for a better stage. Wished with all his being, remain in that bed until things were quieter and more easy than it was in truth.