I will say I and talk to me. For the next "I love myself when I finally arrived at post on my blog."
People experiencing overflows moods believed to be the only ones living in the fold of our anxieties. People are missionaries personal development, killers of downtime, as the survivors of heroic courage, here and now seems to be getting up every morning muttering "strongly c'soir. Time goes by betraying me sometimes when he goes too slowly, the TV entertains me as I often betrayed, and the only interest in life must reside in the actual act of taking these meals. When I want this pot pie I tell myself that life is simple and well made. I find it hard to be indignant and quite frankly the fate of the world completely escaped me. I got older, I feel a little guilty. Funny little moment when he must find his strident post-teens, when one tries to repleupler its excesses, we want all or nothing. Funny little moment when you do not know if it was the last discharge of dreams, the last strokes of pressure before finding that young people are definitely stupid and that the true values of life are just that: "eat your vegetables and farm Shut up. "
I know a lot of people who have found their place, but now, what they zon pain in the ass.
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