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Age:
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27
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Gender:
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Man
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Looking for:
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Woman
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Location:
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Sofia,
Sofia,
Bulgaria
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1 picture
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( 2 Pictures )
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About myself:
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I'm very friendly and easy going ,I have good sense of humor and I like parties and traveling....and ..and :)I'm now in Canada and Im still learning English.....Has lots of extraordinary ideas. Difficult to fathom. Think forward. Unique. Brilliant. Sharp thinking. Fine, strong clairvoyance. make good doctors. Dynamic. Secretive. Inquisitive. Know how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative. amiable. Brave. generous. Patient. Stubborn. hardhearted. Determined. Never quit. Hardly become angry unless provoked. Love to be alone. Think differently. Sharp-minded. Motivate self. Doesn't appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built, tough. Deep love, emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest. Keeps secrets. Cant control emotions. Unpredictable
Sometimes I can’t stop. Just like that without tears, without breath, without end. My mouth automatically closes by itself, as if I will scream. A sound doesn’t come out of it. My eyelids are contractiling. Wrinckled of pain, I cant even see anymore. I'm trying to open them again but I can’t. Try again, but another time, I don’t want to feel horrible, horrible is to hurt me, but the reason is extremely tragic. There is no LOVE.I MISS IT.I WANT IT.I look for it again, there is NO LOVE!
I sounded like a gay right? Feelings are just for gay people. It doesn’t matter how it sounds anymore. That’s it. Yesterday one friend told me that one chick wants me...I appeared in her eyes as mean PLAYER.I was goin to fall down when I heard it. Wants me? Player We are talking about for the serial unpleased complex girl, screaming for attention. From those who creeps over you, just to prove that they are wanted..But how to explain to my friend that it MATTERS to me whos IS GOING TO SLEEP ON MY PILLOW!
Now it matters to me DAMN IT.I would want myself not to be like that but now it is! See, before the things were different. The old good times, you understand? Then everything that was moving was target on my DESIRE. Everything with swinging tits was provoking tickle in me. Everything with waist asking me to fulfil her with PLEASURE. That were years .I wasn’t seeing women, people but moving flesh, which should subject me. I was one idiot. Just in my bed I wasn’t alone, there was a girl under me. But the things got complicated. I walked a path over to the other side but couldn’t come back. Just when I remember, it happened just as a joke. The other morning she just told me that she wants to buy a jacket..
I couldn’t understand how can you walk in malls with a person, with who just last night you got drunk and slept half unconscious but I couldn’t do anything, so I followed her. We talked about..Even though I don’t remember for what..Here is there interesting part-we just talked. Normally, naturally without simulation. Without tricks, without games, without complex. Clean she and clean me. Year and a half continued our walking for a JACKET..If then depended on me, it wouldn’t have an END.
But she chose another modern consultant , who shows her new malls. I think she likes it..I don’t know. I didn’t hear from her but I MISS HER. I’m a little mad at the whole world
Nobody warned me that when she leaves, with her , you are leaving too..Or just from you. That thinking half, with good sense of humour, ideas, with desire for life. This part just disappeared. The other remains which is apathetic and with no sense. The shell, as many times as you want to knock on it, friends, I will not answer. I’m MISSING. And its still HURTS Me .ALOT. PANICLY. Sometimes I want to rip my chest. I want to reach in there and smash the face of the other idiot, HEART MUSCLE. Because I’m sick and tired of listening to him how whimpers. My ears rings because of this idiotic chirping. But he is singing, singing one and same song with one and same tone. I’m sick of stupidity and vulgarity, from sex and ... from ****es and ***holes. I WANT TO FEEL AND TO BE FELT! WITHOUT SIMULATION AND GAMES.I WANT TO LOVE AND TO BE LOVED.I WANT CLEAN ME AND CLEAN YOU!!!!!!
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