Making A Tin Foil Boat

The worst day of my life ...!

do not know how I survived yesterday, honestly ...

Apart from minor things that may seem silly but it helped my semi-depression of yesterday, I questioned myself.

And to think it was all started from the fact that I can not go to see Alan Rickman, on 17 and 18 to Volterra ...
After this news saddened me greatly, I argued with Alec on the phone ... sorry if someone does not like to treat me as ignorant because I do not have a title and not use the centoni to wipe my ass because I prefer to CYCLE FOUNDATIONS Patricia Cornwell and Mathhew Skelthon .. .! are things that make me turn to what's Zebedee, gosh!

We get to the icing on the cake: the writing.
Yesterday I downloaded the tender for two literary contests. I was all happy because I had some pretty good idea but I take the pen, the hill on the sheet ... nothing! I could not write anything. "Quiet Endy, maybe not is the time to write this test ... with each other, "and with this conviction I tried to write the story for the other ... no contest! I tried and tried to write about EVERYTHING AND ARE NOT ABLE TO WRITE!

At that point, I was a nerve and I burst into tears. It had never happened, I write anywhere, anytime, of course! But yesterday ... yesterday I lost my words ...

I put on "Little Women " to the DVD and I have seen after my mother asked me why I wept. I've already been crying because of Alec but when I told you, she's gone and there have been more wrong ...

I cried another bit 'Little Women helped by seeing Jo and then I put on V for Vendetta, hoping not to cry anymore. Thankfully, it was so but when the film is finished and I turned to go to sleep, I cried again ...

Today on my MSN says " if you love me, let me go ... I can not write ... just want to talk with someone, I know you call me.. " I am not referring to Alec, I do not want to hear.