Friday night. I have time. I touch and feel chubby cheeks. I am taking refuge in food. I drink, tasting vomit. Vomited every spoonful that I wanted to impose to love your body cansadito. Today is Friday and I have no plan. Fer takes to sleep My daughter and I can not help her off in tears. Why today you do not stay little patient to sleep with mom? How am I going to control your disease if you do not review them every minute of this night? How else you can trust to take care like me. I asked him if he wanted to stay, and held strong to the neck of his father without even allowing me to kiss her on the bounce. Rejected by your daughter sick. And this is to grow, let it go, release her and vomiting, and TRUST.
Anyway, today I knew, I would feel alone. I have no desire to read or sleep, I have no other plan to attend the event myself. And like every night, after wanting a miracle, the appearance of something magical that puts me somewhere else, or a hug ... I renew my air, I understand that this is, and this is, and good, the right all things into existence. Today
cafiaspirins calmed me a headache, I did not abdomi want to do, I went to a conference and took naps with Cata to upa. Ando
the phase of the day called "despair" nothing new will happen tonight, and try to sleep in solitude on Friday ... the more genuine than I desire is on the bed to sleep my daughter and her dad and that there is any little calm and desnauseado.
drop, open, drop, give birth. As
take your dreams to come true?
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