The best books about nature are being sold out immediately. This week seems to be the “meca” of the nature readers and there is no logic explanation for this. The governors are discussing this phenomenon since they think there is something going really wrong. One lady even hidden a book within her crocodile bags for women, and she ran out of the store just because she really wanted to keep that book: within this unexplained reader´s season.
She is my friend and she speaks german I don´t know why. She is the happiest girl since she had stolen that book about nature last week. I don´t know what is into those books but she is really eager to buy the next one. She once talked about buying the cowboy boots for women but know she decided to take them back to the store.
One day she was invited by me to a party that was taking place at the workstation of the agency I am working at, and suddenly all of the attention of my superiors was placed into her and her really nice crocodile bags for women. Oh baby! I didn´t expected you to steal the attention of the rest guests.
I needed to understand what her point of view about world and life was before she´d find a reason to disappear of my life. I needed to see her once again wearing those cowboy boots for women before I was another strange guy she met and then left just as an acquaintance. I guess I felt in love with her.
So one day I took my bike and step out of my department looking and thinking about how this city looked really different once I have met her. That was the last day I saw her since she moved out of the city.
I don´t know what else to write about, but I miss her a lot, she turned my life into an interesting and exiting life. I guess I will never feel the same as the days I met her with the books and all of that. I don´t need to explain myself I guess since every one of us have had a girl like that into their lives at least once. Don´t you?
If I write all about different things I guess I will not go through this need I have of letting her go now. Do you think there is anything I can do about this? Is there another soul I will find like that? Is there anything else to live for? Am I asking a lot of stupid questions? I don´t know.
And this article has became longer and careless, useless, intelligence less, worthless. I will shut my thinking now. I will survive. I will become a better man. I am different now. I know I can do it. I think I am the one. I am special. I am stupid. This is the mourning everything changes and I can go through it.
So I will take this glass of water (which I usually drink to feel better) and throw it against the wall, the wall of my thoughts, the wall of things I´m always scared of, the stupid wall. I don´t think about her anymore as the glass breaks against the wall and it´s little pieces of glass are all over spread pouring their liquid on the floor as well as my tears.
She is my friend and she speaks german I don´t know why. She is the happiest girl since she had stolen that book about nature last week. I don´t know what is into those books but she is really eager to buy the next one. She once talked about buying the cowboy boots for women but know she decided to take them back to the store.
One day she was invited by me to a party that was taking place at the workstation of the agency I am working at, and suddenly all of the attention of my superiors was placed into her and her really nice crocodile bags for women. Oh baby! I didn´t expected you to steal the attention of the rest guests.
I needed to understand what her point of view about world and life was before she´d find a reason to disappear of my life. I needed to see her once again wearing those cowboy boots for women before I was another strange guy she met and then left just as an acquaintance. I guess I felt in love with her.
So one day I took my bike and step out of my department looking and thinking about how this city looked really different once I have met her. That was the last day I saw her since she moved out of the city.
I don´t know what else to write about, but I miss her a lot, she turned my life into an interesting and exiting life. I guess I will never feel the same as the days I met her with the books and all of that. I don´t need to explain myself I guess since every one of us have had a girl like that into their lives at least once. Don´t you?
If I write all about different things I guess I will not go through this need I have of letting her go now. Do you think there is anything I can do about this? Is there another soul I will find like that? Is there anything else to live for? Am I asking a lot of stupid questions? I don´t know.
And this article has became longer and careless, useless, intelligence less, worthless. I will shut my thinking now. I will survive. I will become a better man. I am different now. I know I can do it. I think I am the one. I am special. I am stupid. This is the mourning everything changes and I can go through it.
So I will take this glass of water (which I usually drink to feel better) and throw it against the wall, the wall of my thoughts, the wall of things I´m always scared of, the stupid wall. I don´t think about her anymore as the glass breaks against the wall and it´s little pieces of glass are all over spread pouring their liquid on the floor as well as my tears.
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