July 6th around 2:00 a.m.
were still above the micro, which we got the 5th at 08:00 approx. I thought all my friends were sleeping, dreaming of what would be your trip of graduates, their dreams from young children. Still do not remember what he was thinking or what I was laughing. And I was branded as watching a fixed point in the darkness of the seats in which two friends were sitting. And then I realized, how strange I, lying on two single seats. He could have shared but I was too tired and wanted to sleep alone to rest.
That's when I remembered it. And when I started looking around and I started to feel bad. more I should have sat with her during the trip ...
And I sat in the seat to adjust your clothes, and went back to bed.
NO. LIE . Before returning to bed, I turned around and looked into the back seat, to see who was there. Does anyone answer me why do I say back? What I felt to have that sense of giving me back?
Yes I saw it, was not and before I looked at her. I saw my best friend making out with him. Yes, with him. With him. She saw me at the time that my face was transformed from dream to nostalgia / crying / sadness / anger / disappointment. But my pride and put me face won the best what I do, asshole. And I looked to the bottom as if looking for someone while I turned to hide the tears and went back to bed trying to sleep, HOW TO SLEEP AFTER YOU SEE A PICTURE LIKE THIS?
If someone asks me, obviously I'll answer, I passed barbaro, I passed pump, my journey, that which I expected since I have memory, was spectacular. But I will not deny that the bitter taste left me this attitude of the person that I called "best friend" no one takes it from me.
All returns in life darling. Everything.
If someone asks me, obviously I'll answer, I passed barbaro, I passed pump, my journey, that which I expected since I have memory, was spectacular. But I will not deny that the bitter taste left me this attitude of the person that I called "best friend" no one takes it from me.
All returns in life darling. Everything.
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