I get home ... and talk to mom on the phone ... altiran because I notice that my voice was strange and I wonder do you something? if some problems but nothing serious, there is no daughter cuentamelo all ... no mama no ... I already have to look after you call ... good daughter I love you, I also ...
lunes, 8 de junio de 2009
arrives at the restaurant ... and there was dad,
I met a lady that, because I knew that I knew
my tastes, I talked about things that happened
when I was little ... very little remembered does
not leave much to forking ... Pope and I wonder
about my first day here in forks ... not to make
me iva explain what happened to that guy edward
.. So I said "okay" ...
domingo, 31 de mayo de 2009
jueves, 28 de mayo de 2009
martes, 26 de mayo de 2009
no no no, I was not the idea of having many friends and be popular at all ... and you tell me that I will be the cover of your report did not please no ... was a joke, ah ... ok thanks so I went to where the others .. that with a little fear I did not know who I would be ..
increasingly less missing...
domingo, 24 de mayo de 2009
jueves, 21 de mayo de 2009
everything remained the same as when I was little and came to forks, my piece was the same identical drawings pasted on the wall nice memories of childhood ... my father was not one of those obsessive for you, let me my space and my time for what I want ... but always take care of me somehow.
as would the other ... never imagine.
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