Humorous Wedding Vows

He suspected that when would the fourth semester of his college career, things would be clearer, or perhaps less turbid. But also suspected that his mind was like the weather: a catastrophe. (Such a system as chaotic and inadequate inajustable all of us to turn our lives unbearable.)
if repeatedly lamented the ineptitude of his meditations, was because his life as he was living, did not lead nowhere rather than walking in circles to make holes in the ground. Pirates holes filled with treasures that will never be discovered.
-filled holes. He thought. There is nothing came to mind more than the absurdity of death buried alive.
And only. ------------------------

Dear Diary (the Exile):

I went to college just three weeks ago, those cold aisles, and those hot rooms that smell like smoke. And there are so many, many voices, many different minds, many hands greeting each other, and even college life and that is usually that of a lone ranger. And do not say because it is a potentially antisocial, but because you can not feel comfortable with anyone looking for those directions, much less if we talk about seventeen thousand students, each very much in the orbit of the planet.

last no more than two weeks after the intense cold, light rain and a trivial no jacket, I was cold for almost seven days, in which the world looks as if it were different: schoolsthe bed-food-bed ... and loneliness. Body temperature rises to significant levels, an inevitable stop listening ear, the voice becomes increasingly silent, and when one is looking in the street probably think, is screwed.

Ten of the morning math class.
The teacher writes: "Mathematics is a series of platitudes." And I looked at my notebook and I felt lost, not knowing what to do, where to go, what to delete. A not-knowing.
eleven were made, the room emptied, was erased the blackboard and that phrase was and just in our stupidity to the world very abstract, but ultimately trivial. Unveiled
days give the task. Only I know that is incomplete, and only I'm sorry I did Suddenly having

Misty Gropes May Pokemon

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When you look down the road the trees, the ridges, mountains and the gorge, he fears for his life. It's been a year and five months he left his home and his life has had a major branches, such as those surrounding city rivers Madero. There life is enjoyed watching the falling away of the wings of a bird, the wind that sways the branches of mango trees, the frantic beeping taxis. The voice of parents. Suddenly feels strange life he once had in this beautiful harbor, where once was running through the maze of streets and avenues full of dirty trucks, a school of no more than five hundred people, and with a woman without he asked, from time to time, I took her hand and led him into the darkness of her eyes.

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The return to the city surrounded by hills ameja what the call nostalgia. Maybe sometimes he will sleep thinking about those moments of his childhood, when he went to a strict convent school, where they carry handkerchief to wipe the sweat was a crime. And perhaps still is, that matters, the trouble is that until proven otherwise, will never be a child.

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"If your statement is correct, mine is incorrect. Or vice versa. Our responses are completely exclusive. "He says a classmate exalted modern physics.
He has decided to remain silent, and look in your notebook the few equations that you used to get to your answer. Your partner has not done anything else q