IRE not see you at the cemetery but I am afraid it is something to tell you. Miento not higher than queria decírselo something up after being outside. And do not believe in nothing; Y eso complicates things. In all case, hence was: Sorry. I feel I have become, that is not worth anything. I feel disappointment, lies, truancy, bad feelings and bad behaviors. I am sorry to have forgotten the hours, days, I spent rods. I hear not even half the person you are. Genetics betrayed us, I am nothing remember that you, not in the least. And from that stems off, try to be someone else, someone I'm not, but it would certainly be better. And even so, I find it difficult: sometimes I have a relapse and I become, again, in an attempt to enter such person by the way, with a much lower sensitivity and prose, too, the owner.
