Saturday, March 5, 2011

Collection Letterfrom A Dentist Office

The penultimate blog entry

During the lifetime of this blog and left as he was narrating my ordeal at the institute. And besides Tampier eh narrated events and allowed me as I was analyzed by auqella time. That I can continue more or less regularly and have read almost all inputs (such as Rex Boirix) know very well how I was my high school, but fortunately that I'm back or I think. Feanor But how is it today? How does someone after all those physical abuse and mental? When I left the institute even cost me some time to heal all wounds in carrying on the inside. But once some of the scars of my soul were closed others followed the example of the first cut. Little by little I began stripping the marginalization that so long enaq tuck me uel hell it was for my school. Feanor today is a young man still not in Ecuador or twenties. It is also a young man with many concerns such as his passion for literature and history among other things. A young man who is dedicated to finding work through the economic crisis of the nose (actually seems to me the sun begins to shine). A boy on weekends is not chewing his bitterness in his room but comes out with their friends and the people who really worthwhile. Feanor no longer sleeps surrounded by nightmares, sleep sometimes with a smile (ie they will be thinking when you sleep, lol). Feanor dreams of a mind full of light and a future, although it may have some dark cloud will always be dominated by some a warm ray of sun. Lips of Feanor can be sealed or open wide, but they will never be a fear frighten sealant that oppresses the stomach. Feanor and does not scream "That is all over as" not now cry "to be eaten with bites of life" even with the small mouth. Finally, Feanor is no longer the young man was, tormented, self-conscious, oppressed by others, terrified by a gloomy future. Feanor now is: HAPPY, HAPPY, HAPPY AND HAPPINESS ALWAYS WANTED TO RETURN TO NEVER ESCAPE. In order to feel that I am and I think I deserve it after so much suffering, but this evil I say so. I think there should be closed pages and publishes soon tell you that my last blog entry.

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