Subo al tren descarrilado camino a la chingada. Traigo la sangre caliente.
Ok. Este quasi-romance me está llevando a extremos galopantes de bipolaridad. Le respondí y me pulí diciéndole cosas padres (la neta) y ahora no me contesta. Ya estoy hasta la madre. Yo no estoy hecho para este jueguito del estira-y-afloja.
posted by Anonymous at 2:45 PM
"The course of our lives can be changed by such little things. So many passing by, each intent on his own problems. So many faces that one might easily have been lost. I know now that nothing happens by chance. Every moment is measured; every step is counted." - Joan Fontaine in Letter from an Unkown Woman
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