Well ...
few weeks ago that he had not written anything in my LJ. Many things happened in this short week, input the reappearance of Erick, the fights at home, with Bernd and lack of time and inspiration to finish my projects. But also on the bright side, my radical change of image.
On July 6th I ran away, bunk, my home. One day before had gone to see Yuto and on the way back to my home I decided to wait for Sergio. I really wanted to see, I got to where ever. Arrived within minutes and we talked for a while, very little really, until he got someone he expected. Unfortunately or fortunately Sergio has long stick and then obviously I felt bad to see him in that situation, but happy to have seen it and especially HAPPY. We said goodbye in a strange way, I walked to my house cabisbajo and extremely sad. I had no desire to talk to anyone or even do anything. I called Erika and I got on the phone to mourn. While time passes and that each day I try to be better about myself, there are still things that hurt me like this, sometimes not so much, sometimes a lot, and even now I feel that thrill in my chest.
The next day I left, I went to see Erika. As I said "I have no desire to go out, but I have no desire to stay in my house." I left my house and I went to see Erika. I spent the day quite well, and I say relatively because the output of Erika's house was almost as if I had run away. Erika's mom almost said that I wanted at home. No way ... since Eri return to live on the roof of his mother must respect its rules. I felt really bad, so sad I went all the way back to my home. I came and to finish the day Bernd called me and told me a thousand and one things, I felt super bad because I realized that I was not comfortable in any place and nobody was comfortable with my presence. Many things went through my head, I locked myself in my father's car with the phone in his hand and began to mourn, in silence while listening to Bernd tell me what a bad person I am. In a moment, broke down and cried for a long time and did not. Everything had come together. The sight of Sergio, the problems in my house and I always ignore the words of Bernd, discourtesy of the Mother of Erika and do not know if there is anything else you do not remember now.
And to finish my mother heard me crying, I disconnected the phone and said, "How is it possible you're stuck on the phone crying to an asshole ... you have no dignity Tantita how much I hurt ?"... those words!, as if I were crying for a dude ... then partly yes, but it was not that he was crying on the phone XD. I felt really bad and you were like 12 o'clock at night. I did not want to stay at home to hear more words of my mother, so I took all I had on hand was my cell phone and I left my home. My mother shouted from the door while I was almost running on the streets as he phoned Poncho. What frightens the pobresito, told me to take a taxi home but what I did was get out walking up the avenue, and walked on this until a taxi stopped and told me that if I wanted service. I did not bring a penny ... so I remove the little slave who brought gold and told him that if I wore it was when my friend did not I pick up. On the way my name is Bernd again was very worried. And I said please call me after Poncho's house. Poncho call him once he was near his home because the driver did not want me to his house.
I felt really bad and Poncho told what happened, exactly as they passed each and every one of the situations that made me feel this way. After talking with Poncho, my name is Bernd's house Poncho and talk with him for a horas.Me wonder what was all that had happened and then told him everything, so as he had done with Poncho minutes earlier. Poncho hand I echo a lot that day and I am very grateful to him. I was to sleep that night and even offered me her house to live there with him if I no longer wanted he returned to my home. And although I have not had much communication with the I'm still very grateful for and do not stop taking into consideration the offer I make.
The next day I did some things with Poncho, but oh god! was Friday. Sergio the day resting. Sergio poncho asked them to look and see me play too. Do not know what to do, just try not to cross paths with both Sergio that day even though I was invited to dine with Sergio, really not even looking. And yet he behaved badly with me. Nevertheless ............
I went home with great fear, but it seemed that nothing had happened between my parents and I arrived at night .... and went to sleep early, I was very tired, I felt bad and would not know anything about anyone. The next day everything seemed normal my house, with Bernd and others.
Long story .... but I will not forget ...
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