Stop C00021a Fatal System Vista

Can you control feelings? I believe and fear the same time. I was able to present a large part of my refrain. Although they are beautiful, show me I'm alive and human, but ultimately they cause interference. They hinder me pull me in a direction which is already blocked, emotional and effective. I understand people are not right, "My next partner must accept that I need much time for me." Operating as the remarks
make the people worry about feelings? Certainly it would be nice if my next girlfriend booze as Papi and cook like Mom could. But somehow Is it not what is in the hands of the individual. Or is it? Are there people who choose to target, because a comparison on paper Sogut suits them, whether the same interests, appearance, or the environment, to develop feelings for this person? So for me it does not work. I think it would, I would have already picked out some person from my program ..
any case, I consider such statements for totally stupid. I am convinced also because a certain experience that, while it may be certain characteristics and attitudes (right? Dunno) that you'd love it if the partner could have, but essentially it's like this, you meet someone and either skin a direct or an egg out of the sock you learn to know the person better, and it develops into something, then it comes together and realizes that she is just like her own mother. Then you remember that you hate your own mother because she is the devil and separated again. Controlled does not sound like that. I mean who on God's green earth - I have a little blasphemy - has feelings for an opposite, in which he expected at least some level of emotional compatibility or can expect, and thinks it "jo, actually jam before the A8 louder butterflies in my stomach when I think of him / her think, but he / she cooks reluctant Then'd better not.. "? I do not know what I wonder naja preserved before many would have, but would also deprive me much. Currently, more likely preserved.
Well anyway, it would be easier, you could stop feeling so easy when you realize there is nothing objective in it ok, then feelings. Only well, the condition is fast to me, objectively nothing (+), ie eig then feelings. Since it does not work, I try it with displacement. I mean what in the Generation of alcoholics and their children will be worked out, but probably just work with me too. It has also, I became calmer, I could concentrate on the non-emotional-essential things in life and everything went its course. But that was my .... my what actually? In the me in, what is humming now and then the Tetris tune .. hm, Unconscious? Inner voice? In any case, something in me that I had no control what apparently driven against the strategy. Then you lie in bed at night sleeping, calmly. Then you start to dream.
The scene looks familiar to you. Oh, that's the past. But then it all goes too fast to wake up and the damage limit. I do. Them. We. Images. Rapidly. Her lips. My lips. Boom. Wide awake. And I'm back where I was 8 weeks. Hooray.
Joar, as I stand now and do not come from the trip down and knows exactly what happened before that a part in me hopes that oil prices below 1 € / L falls. And we'll, yes. Big thing.
Hmm, yes that is my current dilemma that every time when it's drying himself out again brings out the depth and corridors of my brain turns. Maybe I should just fill the convolutions with enough liquid to make it slip. Beer, for example .. ;-(

Fotos,de,pati,nabidad

I'm sitting here, dead silence. All around me is so quiet, I'm afraid someone might hear my thoughts. Because they are noisy and wild. Shouting at me, the result of common ground. I only see her picture before me. In front of me and us. from us? it roar at me.
Outside it is 35 ° C. The sun is shining, the people look happy. It is so bright that my eyes . Pain To guard against this bright, friendly to me as a fair erbuntet translucent world I put my headphones into my ears. Here I can be for me, among all the people. There is a solitude that allows me to her drift. Back again. Where is she now? What she is doing? Do it to me and why not?
order to build the wall higher, I increase the maximum volume. In the hope the voice of the voice headset can in my head to drown. It is this song that binds my attention to it. Thanks to her I believe in angels, not in those with wings, no, not those with a halo, but those that one can feel at home.
fantasies crowding around my eye, I see, see us. We walk across the water, dream on us clouds. We can not be stopped, to go on and on, without a goal - but we do not need. We are the target.
on my skin as the sweat in my mind I'm with her, we are close to us, I see them, they can almost feel, almost smell it. Her face is coming closer to him and to her lips, very close to mine. Drops of sweat roll down from my skin, many little hills soft in my arms. It shakes me, I look and see the sun. At the very moment when the blinded light beam I lose my reality, I look again. Look around, someone has my thoughts heard? Everyone sits calm and focused and away from their desks. Sit on their books and computers.
had luck out the window at my side I see the sun sink, but a new one goes on - I set the letter and see it. She stands before me. Smiling.