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Thursday Sep 18, 2008

Sep 18, 2008
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Past week we had the pleasure of sweet Abbiss company here, in Barcelona. So Ilsa and I took her for what it was suppoused to be a typical supper smile

Nothing is really typical with us, anyway.





I wanted to post Abbiss pictures and an entry as well, so I'll put it behund a spoiler, to avoid your yawing in case you're too lazy to read.

SPOILERS! (Click to view)

There is a disease in people's eyes. Most of them are blind. People can't see what they don't want to. True as hell. People walk in blinders among the world, only facing the small issues of their pathetic lifes. The flock of docile sheep, walking the path that society marked for them. Having the truths for granteed. I'm glad I'm not part of them.

Oddly or sadly enough, most my friends suffered a lot in the past. I'm in love with someone whose mother died shortly after his parents diverced. He was 10. His father didn't want to take care of him and made him out of his place at 16. I'm between rape and sex abuse survivors, suicide attempters, bipolar disordered people, chronic depressives, anorexic and other eat desordered, people who can't sleep within weeks. Everyone, where I work, have suffered at least one anxiety attack in the past year.

They come to my life because we're all the same. And I'm not ashamed.

Maybe in the past I didn't have the strength to fight back, but I learnt an important lesson: I can't be done somenthing worse. We can't be done something worse.

Those sheeps walking in blinders will say: "It didn't happen". "It can't be possible". "You know what?" I would tell the flock "You're not lucky at all. You think you are, because you haven't suffered something this big, but you're not. Because pain makes you broadminded. Pain makes you understand that some social truths are not".

Once you overcome this, you are not afraid anymore. You learn to fight back. You can stand over the crowd, wathcing their tiny busy heads become even smaller, because you've been gifted with this vision.

You beat me, I stand

You beat me twice, I stand twice.

Because anything the world can make me, I've seen it all before.

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raia:
Thanks for your love on the Battle Royale Set wink
Sep 20, 2008
janedoe:
gracias por las felicitaciones jejeje
Sep 21, 2008

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