morning I woke to the sound of the train that I have in front of the house, not the cries of my mother and my cousin diabolical.
I want my mom's health has before, to taking a weed when you feel bad, not Ibuprofen 600 (and other heavy things) every eight hours for a week and still the same.
I want my dad is trying to locate, not me to him, and over did not want me.
I stop thinking that all types are equal, not that I pass and I get together with all the qualities that I hate.
I turn back time and have not met Mauro Pablo or never and do not give me rage every time I remember one time with any of them.
I want a different Christmas with my mom and my sister together in the table, not as long as I finish one, distraught and crying, finishing the bottle of cider that we should have used for the toast.
I want to take a holiday at the end of the world, and not be here, boiling heat, watching my cousin will consume the life of my mother, how she is going off for a little look, watching my father disappears and forget who has two daughters, met this guy that is different and makes me realize that I am only at rates cagadores linings and only because I had a very long period of bad luck, and I want a decent Christmas, a quiet dinner, the three laughing as more than 10 years that I have.
That
want. (Among other things)
And I'm doing what I have at my disposal to get, and fought with the whole family, although I find it hard to recover old, but my old man continue to reject, although I continue to cross with people who just leave me a bad memory, and although lacking anything for Christmas, I'm gonna do, and little by little.
"You do you want?
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