Declaration of war to their own

Posted by Sean on three 20, 2011 in topic | 14 comments

I have a concealer stick, every day I put myself out in front of ugly acne on the forehead to cover all, so put yourself in the subway inside the eyes of strangers, and from time to time differences and students talk to each eye when they are "free" .

But, I go home every day to find the powder on the forehead relieved when my heart there is a strange sense of loss, the feeling is similar to that his crush for a long time who is not in love with a nobody like their own , or trying to lose weight on electronic scales station two weeks later the moment but that he did not light go on when the feeling of weight a couple of pounds. For a moment, I feel that I am stationed in bright red forehead acne seem to open their mouth are the same blood-red, in unison toward the face of the mirror, I issued a ruthless, sinister smile of victory. They seem to tell me, no matter how I go hide them fast in the sun down in the evening, when after a hard day's course, the victory of the war still belongs to them, that because the full forehead acne people do not dare to see the children or will suddenly appear, declaring the end of the war.

I have to ask ourselves: When we try to escape their original, instead make a "new" self, how many times, we can achieve success in this war, can really get rid of our original self? We and our own, how long exactly have to fight?

Exorcist

Posted by Sean on three 10, 2011 in Vie C'est mA , topic | 20 comments

One day last week, more than 2 am, I suddenly woke up from a dream. Stumbled, I heard her on the ceiling, "giggle giggle" sound, like someone walking in the same as above, but I live on the top floor, ceiling home there, some of the above is impossible, so, I suddenly no sleep ... ...

Sorry, we can with the tea?

Posted by Sean on two 26, 2011 in topic | 17 comments

Friendship, is the topic of our lives.

Today, I am in the country's best friend D and I chat on Skype, he said anyway, no matter what happens, she is always on my side, always support my every move, I said to her I am also: Obviously, we are close friends, then do not say we are friends, not just the feelings between us every Saturday morning with the park so simple. We are close friends, we share their most profound ideas of friends. But I can not do all my friends, I could not help but think about this: a friend is graded it?