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aveiro

setting off today on a two-week holiday in Portugal, namely the two-week course of Aveiro, the Portuguese language. I have a plane early tomorrow, so spend the day with a friend. probably will remember my first trip to Portugal and further its "consequences."
I look forward to two weeks of rest and language in its natural environment. And I pray that what you have learned here the last month proved to be useful; P

leave me close to someone here, so this time unless there is no count on the Portuguese love story;) With the rest of what I Portuguese since I have such fun here, what about the rest you see in the picture;)

I'm going to pack the last things i. .. see you in 2 weeks! : D

Anti Social Personality Jeffery Dahmer

In April, the mere thought of it was for me the end of the world. I remember bursting pain and hysterical cries of longing within a few hours after returning from the airport. I thought that still only 6 weeks and we'll be together again. It was enough to wait, to survive the six weeks and had to be a happy ending. When it came I come face to face with the fact that this will not be back, I thought that was the end of the world.
But no feelings of uncertainty, a kind of confusion and emotional carousel may be the end of the world?

No, definitely does not and can not be the end of the world. is the realization that the world will not end so easily and that there are many other fish in the sea.

Do I harm?
Yes. Because it can be completed otherwise. Yes, not to other resident disgust ow and bitterness.
Do I regret?
not. Because I know that it was not the man for me.
Can this fix yet?
not. And I hope that he will not try. Too many times I gave the bait.
enough.

Next week I am going to Portugal, this trip was to look completely different. He was to be a veritable honeymoon period after an infinite amount of waiting.
It will not. Again, I
in the same place where it all began.
In the park, where he was first kiss. In the restaurant where we ate dinner after a day spent in bed. In paselarii, where we ate breakfast together after the first night's sleep. On the bridge, where we huddled long, and I cried a little.
I'm afraid this trip. I'm afraid that somewhere, I see his face, that I feel the smell.
Is the current state of happiness at the side of someone else will allow me to survive this trip as it should? Joyfully, happily and without a trace of sadness? I'm counting on it.



Now I'm really well and is again someone who makes you smile. Every day. Several times. I do not know if it's something serious or not. It is good as is.
And it is a huge difference between what was receiving from the "vanishing point", or rather what did not get and I never had.
But this was not the end of the world. Continue to beat the clock, time stood still.