omar a word of your writing and make one myself around that: the fall.
As I talk too much lately fall, and it all started with the question of what was my favorite, obviously that was my response. And if justified, is this: because the autumn-winter clothing is a thousand times more beautiful than the spring-summer (or at least I like more. That's why I like the fall, that and my old memories.
There, I said: the random thing of the devil, if not, why put such a Chopin waltz just when I'll start with my painful memories, because if it is a sad song to me is sad. (Waltz no 7. op 64)
Anyway, I remember the autumn, as usual, my life at boarding school.
I remember as I was the smallestay as scarves left me almost to the knees, as I was on the porch watching the rain listening to my discman (if still used). Itunes now says "Yesterday" on piano. I hate it.
At that time, in autumn, while it was raining and we were in the civic square, someone was watching me closely, I liked to do it, I liked it, one of the great traumas of my life, who made I met Maroon 5, group-trauma of my life, someone who causes problems I still remember. Jorge.
remember also what might be called "my first heartbreak" Yes, it, is that after spending pretty things How to throw everything aside and just say "is that you no longer want? To me I just entered my head. Buta few days ago, a friend had not seen since that time, he said "That bastard always has given a very handsome" And that was, erased the memory of discomfort to me.
(If I Fell / The Beatles, I've been listening to and possessed all week. _.)
And, despite always attract attention, most memories I have of that time are of discomfort and loneliness, disaster or idiots who took me to the great trauma of now, that feeling of having wasted two years of my life, deprive of three there.
That friend also reminded me of the "Especialito" and past that era. Why had no friends? Because I do not want anyone below my level near me, and that is the smartest there could not talk to any moronra all "law" sat down to lunch with me, and I made a pretty picture, and I ... Well, I behaved very badly with her, even so, was the only one that spoke to him again even if it was gone. Now I'm the one you find and be friends, now when I can not do anything.
Returning to my theme, I like fall because of three things: clothes, memories of when I was there, and when he cried because he did not. I explained two, I need one.
cried because after being banned for life, I went to a secondary common and current, but between the smoke high above, after all, I was the best average build, and came from a school where if not with 9 not enter. Was used to all the attention, to be the best at everything, to look down on people andI choose my friends. One day, someone showed me on the bricks that I had climbed, and when I thought that if you can not beat the enemy, you must join them, I rejected as I had rejected many, our words were:
"Hey you, I decided what to be my friend
"Oh yes, because I do not want anything with you, strawberry presumed
And that, as it was, made me mourn and make the most terrible tantrums, I wanted my life back, I wanted to be All again, but how? I had already messed up.
And that happened in the autumn.
And although I miss all that crazy or what would live, is so tired, so confused, so sad ---
Now that I look back and then some, I find much that I changed quite a bit, and pair