Written on Christmas Eve

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Christmas Eve in 2008, have text messages, tell me, this is Christmas Eve, Christmas Eve. Do not know what the reason is because tonight is, as always, do not feel it any special. Perhaps people are tired, there may be heart tired, I'm not a romantic day of the efforts of boiling, faintly sad one for himself.

Time flies,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], another month on the Chinese New Year,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], nothing left, filled with passion, commitment to today's date remains the same, or next year, so how can I do , or set goals to comfort themselves in the foreseeable future?

all day like a bird on a spring or a gyro, do not always have endless things to know in the end in this right away, while fears for their future, while from the cycle of blessing and being blessed in search of spiritual fulfillment. When everything is all too easy to get and happy to become less convincing, it seems that only time and time again subversion, and then, after being proven time and time again, the original simple truth, will be I believe, therefore, had clear the world, has become blurred.

the end it was a test. , Had been criticized for their almost negative, everything done has bugs, each choice will make their own doubts. Who do not know to do, sympathetic forget who they want. Actually began to hate myself for the first time ever, this is how? ?

Perhaps, when the firm became a habit,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I unknowingly, have more power. Efforts to change something, some situation, it may really be felt useless, not the courage nor the ability. Escape the subconscious can not solve all the problems.

with their sharp spears most strongest shield themselves, their own suffering in the spiritual world of their own, do not think it is for the sublimation of thought, imprisoned in their own world himself and his war. More or less understand a lot of sense, but does not save himself, like a man out in the swamp, urgent, next to no trace can be leveraging things are not even struggle, will only make you sink deeper, had grabbed his collar idiot to see if I can bring myself to come ...

still to escape, avoid, afraid to face some of the things some people , anxious to do nothing but only problem is that human life may be it, wanted to jump out in a pit, jump to the discovery of a pit or outside, so struggling and dancing jump, jump tired also give up hope, because this world is not flat road, so we are all tired, trouble with.

that way everywhere but can not find a way out, I was packed in glass bottles inside a conceit of flies. Kind of like thousands of thousands of people suffering, not the same as the concept of suffering fills those who have such trouble, but the day or in the past, grievances fills tomorrow still, the earth or in the turn, I have to hurry.

in this once let me infinite reveries of the night, in this so-called \Many a night, so I am very calm and quiet. Mo worry over falling autumn flowers last wandering ... ...

say: Happy Christmas Eve I wish eggs left,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!