I do not want to die. Not now. Not here. At least I would not be murdered. The risk in this Our beautiful country is in being in the house Ris every two hours to collect new and interesting tests, with their beautiful white overalls for years and years continue to come into your house, announcing the breakthrough. And then the journalists from home, to interview even your goldfish, poor thing, if not responding "definitely hiding something." The headlines in the newspapers, your worst picture, maybe one in costume at sea so much that you hate or one in which I still had red hair. We are the only country where if you kill a family member or friend, you will rush to find an agent. You become famous on the blood of those much-ballyhooed love. Well, I do not want to die in order to contribute to the success of disco nights some pseudo-friend! And then my life ... talk about my sexual tastes of the time I have seen hugging a friend (and from here rivers of ink on my alleged lesbian) or dirty jokes (a perverse, of course!) Question persons profess to be friends for a lifetime (and perhaps the immense pain which led to write a letter to tear the newspaper in their life that I have never even written a greetings card for Christmas!) or cousins \u200b\u200bwho pretend to be intimate and that, to prove it, draw a picture of us on the computer. We will analyze the books I read (and since my reading of the last period would, surely they are affiliated with any gang Mafia), the music I listen to (Vasco, so that definitely do drugs!), SMS on mobile. I put a special on television, would go to research my fellow asylum; resurrect from my past fights or tell silly for that one time I pulled a slap someone. Traded my love for children as the beginning of a latent pedophilia and my attraction to the lights as phallic fixation. I already see them myself psychologists with pastel-colored sweater to devote treated and studies. Read between the lines of this blog things that do not exist, interpret, study, invent. That's why I do not want to die. I'm afraid of death but I fear even more of what it entails. Who's dead can not defend themselves. They can not do Meredith, Samuel, Desiree, everyone seems to know all your life and we never even met. I want to live because it is the only way I have because my life is not tarnished. The living deserve respect. I also dead silent.
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