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I am slowly noticing the changes in my life. For example today I realized that I'm cleaning more often. Since I started the summer, I've been lucky enough to host parties in my apartment. Neither
therefore not going to call the parties are simply meetings and we are 6 men in a room smoking and drinking while discussing the problems facing our university, our love life, our family and our happiness. Reach 12 and no doubt someone is always sleeping, while I discuss the fate and the life to come with someone else.

Veran, a clean home when I'm just not a priority in my daily life. Either you will notice that fourth step easily more time because it is cleaner than this. I can not stay in a dirty place, but if I can get dirty and leave it until you need to be there, so clean.

All this was before. Now, for the manias of fate, clean everything, whether or not there. The bathroom, 2 times a day (morning and evening), the kitchen every time I cook, my room every time I enter the room and every second of the day. For some reason I'm slowly becoming a neurotic who cleans every particle of air before breathing.

I also noticed that I find women much more attractive than before. Not if the lack of female contact, if I've done so many drawings that I have become an animal or is the fantasy of feeling soft skin every female person.

Phew .. no, really think about it both frustrates me more and more. Anyway, I've lost all illusion of a shared future with someone. Whatever is making me feel this way should be a bit of my soul that managed to survive the invasion of reality.

I also noticed that little by little thanks to the people with whom I share my time here I'm developed as an adult in society. Gradually I have become more aware, responsible and friendly to people around me and away from home.

I reassessed my friends and I remembered that I have at home, miss a lot more to my people and for some reason, sometimes without warning call, just to be compliant.

June 28 fulfilled a friend of mine, unfortunately I could not celebrate with her, but as I loved hearing his voice and could talk a little bit. I also like to get in touch with Paul and that brings me so many memories of the time back.

In summary, I have become more nostalgic, each day a little more pathetic ...

At least now I have a closer Yusra, a friend who just started their studies in Tallahassee. Since she is closer to me feel more confident and really hear their stories fill my day. Soon Giulio (AKA MR. C) will be in Boston and Mariaelena in Tallahassee, what remains of 2006 promises to be interesting.

see there are changes that I noticed until I mentioned which are to come, it seems that little by little Ernesto Duque is becoming someone else, perhaps another version.

Who knows how all this change it if I'm going to be someone else for worse or better. Life is an indefinable thing that every time it promises to be something, turns around and leaves us alone dreaming of her promise ...

In other news, my family lives here in Seattle, move. It seems that my uncle was offered a more lucrative position in Jacksonville, FL. Since I arrived here, little by little I've seen, I'm always busy with something and when I see always the same. Arrived, greeting, as I say and go. For some reason I am not a guest exciting for them. Not that I am wrong, but something happens that no one makes the minimum ezfuerzo to change the environment.

So now, when I learned to be, my heart has decided hesitation. I am in what is called phase of longing. When you miss something you have not already lost.

am hypocritical, I know, or at least I admit it. I do not mean that I have been hypocritical before, I say that I believe that long for something when you lose without having shown any interest when you had is simply the worst hypocrisy in the world.

And so, I acknowledge to be the best hypocrite in the world.

Lately I could not sleep ... Not just that, lately I do not know anything about anything, about anything. I think I'm a little anxious to see my mom after the incident. I just want her to forget all their problems and a good time. I'm trying to plan things together, I realized that telling my parents did not pay me much attention, I was accused of not paying attention to them.

not going to tell them, not plural, just my mother.

I have my doubts about the lifestyle I chose, I have doubts about who I am and who I become, I have doubts about my college, what I call love, what I call loneliness, I have doubts about the question itself.

I'm confused, is the simple truth. If I'm really not doing the right thing or if I'm qualified to try. I am trapped in a promise I made years ago. You see, I do not pursue neither fame nor money, yet want to be somebody and live by.

My dreams are simple, I'm not ambitious, although I try a lot more than others, simply people with more ambition and more potential for them. I wonder why I'm wasting my time?

I have to admit I found the love of my life. Animate 2D is what I most love, after reading and writing. Give life to something makes me feel so good, as if I were a parent and just seen my child to be born.

do not know why I'm so anxious to be honest or to talk much about things that only I discuss with my shadow.

I think I'm a little crazy. Or maybe, just. Everything depends not? After all, there are crazy they are not alone and lonely are not crazy.

I think my mistake was coming as a human. If it is true that someone decides to reincarnate, then I will so remember not to come again.


Anyway, although my world is full of people and souls everyday, I will always be so. I will miss Simepre be otherwise, I will always want to cross the fence, where everything is always brighter. Why is my nature to be so, dissatisfied with what I have. Why I read fantasy, so drawing, so I write, so I simply say: "quiet, someday, everything will be for the better ..."

Because if there is a God he knows that the worst sin of the world, is lying to himself, to try to be happy ...

almost never speak of Irene, I try not to think of it, every day I blame, well before. Now comes the memory hardly ever was. But for some reason I know so many things. There is a feeling of revenge, I just want to know which, if you turned your hand, that kind of crazy now?

Not that I want to ask is that I do not care. Whatever the answer deep inside me, always going to be a distortion of the truth. If you're happy, I imagine it's miserable, miserable if I imagine that this worse. I say I am not cruel, I'm sensible and consistent, and the respect and consider a healthy and normal.

want to know the truth? Well, they discover just the notice, when the truth is I do not want to be happy. For more cruel than the raw sound is "truth" and think that's why I can not sleep.

now I'm listening to soft keys on a piano, sweet melodies of what promises to be a better world. Gradually I say everything is sweet, I am sensitive to beauty.
piano only thing that promises me right now is that both miss the sweetness, the sweetness of her soft body of any female. In a small moment of happiness.

not worry, I only sleep with that picture, where will be the one and a million memories in days I was happy.

Goodnight, cherubim. Do not forget that you are my star. A super utility

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seems today closes one more day. But for some reason, it seems less complicated, for some reason, I feel easier.

I did nothing despite my plans for greatness, it seems that after all, I'm still the same.

is that I can not believe it takes more than determination to achieve to make a change in my life .... So today i finally

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Killed my blog at MSN Spaces. I had it going for a year now and, well to be honest the real reason I even start it was to vent.

Nah, slowly it grew to actual "poetry" and "story telling". Only had a small group of people but it was fun anyways.



I guess the rebirth part is when I start this LJ. Yup, there is a whole lot of interesting going inside me, just that no one wants me to pull down my pants to show them.