Gay Saunas Portland Oregon

Today I decided to get this journal, sometimes you need to vent by writing. Maybe my life is not good either very interesting but I wish it to be, finally, my only interest is to live my days happy, trying to enjoy times like the last that I have left, sometimes me out of hand and just waste my time, but I'm trying and that's what counts.

these days I've been saying that this rejection is temporary, but I cry. Because I am sensitive and because the slightest refusal on his part for me is the punishment immense. He missed the past as ever. I miss because I miss almost everything, because the present does not satisfy me. Seeking signs of that beautiful past, I meet people, I return to activities prior to the old routine as if they bring back the nice words, caresses and kisses real special.

Today I cry ... the truth is I do not know exactly why. Why cutting your answers? No, I understand that messenger should not take my words too seriously. If that's not weep for their monosyllables, its silences and 'xd'. Then neither idea. It will simply be longing to be with her as before. The past is a monster who tortured me every day and sometimes when I remember certain moments shine I close my eyes and visualize and his face is cute but lasts only seconds, and then hit the terrifying present. Is how I live, between the beautiful but monstrous past and present odious. Love

increasingly do not know where, do not know how I do not know why, but darker and I love. Unhealthy, obsessive, crazy ... unrequited. As I keep enough with your company, your perfect smile and his eccentricities. ♥