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Last night I dreamed my ex again.
have a something disturbing about these dreams.
was at my house that was rummaging through my things, all put their hands everywhere, he was jealous, screaming, crying and did not allow me to see a film I had planned.
short, a bit like it always was.

I can not understand why at this time I come back strongly in the lead.
I always feel more guilty with him and what I done. Maybe
were enough that I saw the beautiful do not think about it and say that he deserved it: "But so much was an idiot, after all even if you've been there for years was a male, and with the beam from physical fear, but could only make you laugh and sometimes cry. Dostoievsky thought it was or how to spell the Pitbull of his friend Peppe, who cuts the hair off more than you look like a harder, do what you say is right friends, Naples is very far even if they are only 200 km, the holidays can be made only in Calabria where no roots are lost, the whole world can be called uncle and aunt, who had his license did not matter so much I did have I, if he left the scooter under the building did not have to sarrebbero never cheated on time and took him, that the school was something that they can carry up to 30 years, that a girl is better that you shut up when they talk about men, that God is your only salvation this world that goes down, that if you do not drink milk bones cancreina you fall in, the dreams they have to be more common or are not even dreams. "

Well, I will pass this needless victimization and unconventional.
Veronique