Abdominal Pains And Peeing Alot

I love you.

HE cares if I do not eat.
If you only knew how many days on the water with his face and his finger down his throat, and did not leave anything.
If you only knew how many boxes laxatives.
If you only knew the pain inside.

If only I knew that I do more harm you, telling your girlfriend.

Frustration Rules, Cards

Every day there is one love is constantly

My name is Maureen and my colleagues one day they told me: Maurizio write, you write. But I am not capable. It's all the same, write. So I write, come on. That every day there is one.

Today, for example, worked and passed the teacher Martina, what a great teacher who is Martina, and has the hair that reach down to the bottom. Then how she keeps the kids in line, there is always that David runs away, that guy makes damn, but others do not, keep them in line, that the teacher Martina beautiful and good. So today I got the courage and I said teacher Martina what beautiful hair she has. She approached me and said, you know, Maurice, that when I take a shower (yes I said it I had become quite red for sure), that while I take a shower the hair that comes off the head (so he told me, the hair that comes off the head), I slip into the seat (sit, so he told me, told me sit down) and make everything a mess, a pile of hair all knotted which also hard to break away from the seat, and after I take off my hands, shooting, and it seems like there are a lot of hair in that ball, but there is one or two of hair, perhaps, that because they are long, then the ball seems to be made of a lot of hair, and you may I think that he has lost a bald mountain and rest, and instead just because they are very long, which creates the ball. Mauritius (eh, I told her), I guess I cut them.

But I do not know if I wanted to know, the ball of hair in the seat of the teacher Martina.

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New goal! :) Happy

I decided to follow the Ana Boot Camp (ABC diet).
The maximum is 500 calories a day, so I will keep the hunger, that count for most of the day is expected to assume less ..
sgarra They gave me 5 days, so if I want to think about the fact that overeat and then waste another "credit" for a moment you feel most need, and then I'm sure I abbufferò for more than 5 days in approximately two months .. I should finish it Saturday, December 11.
The problem is that I do not know which foods to eat during a day of 500 calories or 350 or 400 etc. ..
What foods go under these calories?
I would be useful to know so that we can distribute the food during the day and not eat a single portion of food by 500 calories all at once.
Thank you very much for those who answer the phone, in general, thanks anyway for your comments \u0026lt;3
A big kiss to all \u0026lt;3

I want to undergo this transformation!

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FASTING

Fast! Tomorrow and on Saturday if I can .. the fact is that on Saturday I go to sleep my friend .. let's see how I avoid! And then again on Sunday
definitely fast!
I can not take more into myself, better cancel them.
I'm falling more and more, and this is a problem, since he has a girlfriend ..
I can not really anymore.
I'm going to study .. if I go wrong even in a deep crisis within the school last year.
A kiss to all.

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Award of friendship and rolling!

Whitoutexit was very kind and I was winning, so now I'll write ten things that make me happy and I will answer questions from the relay, then it will pass the baton "to ten of you:)
Things that make me happy: 1
. The music: blues, French music, jazz live .. Music, if there were not now exist, either.
2. Sing is always part of the music, but I want to dedicate one of his own position in the standings because it's my life right now, and that is what I wish to "grow up".
3. Read: gets rid of the problems, makes me feel good and I can isolate from it all. If they told me that someone dear to me died probably would open a book.
4. Friends: I do not think much to the concept of family, I believe that a parent can be regarded as such only if he loves you infinitely and it grows. Otherwise, the fact that you have the same blood does not count a fig.
is why I consider my family's friends, because they are relatives you actually choose, they always make me smile back and rescued me from my wallow in the tragedy.
5. Speak other languages \u200b\u200bespecially English and French, is something I really love, hear my voice in different ways.
6. Think is the most important of all, believe that only the fact that we are human esserei implies the act of thinking, but unfortunately it is not.
7. Kissing a boy and depressed it makes me feel secure and gives me a feeling of warmth unequaled.
8. The rain with the sun: I think every time that happens somewhere something good has happened.
9. Learn and discuss, confront: the only way we can develop and not regress.
10. Intelligence: Intelligence is life.
And now the questions and answers of the relay: 1
. When the teachers and the professor asked us children and relatives: "And you? What would you like to be?"
What did you say? What have you dreamed of doing over and over again? How many jobs? How many dreams?
_Quand'ero tiny veterinary sciences, because I loved animals so much, then the writer, because I love both read and write, then the singer, I think about it every day:)
2. What were your favorite cartoons as a child? Which games you enjoy?
_Io remember that I followed the Digimon, Pokemon, Sailor Moon and Heidi (bad taste, I know xD) and I loved to play with barbie and the playmobil together with my friends xD
3. What was your most beautiful birthday and why? _The
my birthday always fell during the carnival, so it's always been hard to celebrate with the guests, since everyone preferred to go to carnivals.
And then I quickly lost the will to party, I realized early on that there was not that much to celebrate ..
4. What are the things I absolutely wanted to do and you have not already done?
_Andare in London, Paris, New York, San Francisco, traveling very short:)
5. What was your first sporting passion or not?
_Sportiva tennis, how I love the sport! Unsportsmanlike read, since very small.
6. As the first musical idol?
_Mi quite ashamed to say it, but it was Avril Lavigne! After all, I was the little girl, have pity
xP 7. The best thing requested (and if received) or ChristmasHamper in Saint Lucia?
_not_ remember if I asked, but once I gave him a super plush sleeping with me again after many years, how many tears he endured!
Finally, here are the names: Imperfect Sphere

Links
Anne Bones
Withoutexit (do not do it out of politeness, but because I really love reading your writing ciù)
Michiamomari
Empty
Silvy
KJK
Snow
Piggy
A big kiss to all!

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perhaps die, in a dawn silver

Today I had two options: crying, eating, crying, hating myself, cut and fill of laxatives or ask for help.
I asked for help.
This person is fantastic, I want very well.
I hope that everything will be for the better, both for this person for me, so I will not again ask for help and to feel an idiot, weak and victimizing.
50 people follow my blog, this means that 50 people in the flesh, 50 people with their feelings and opinions they read what I write, my outbursts, my sadness and my momentary happiness.
's strange, I can not tell these things to my friends, but I can write a blog that anyone can read.
The power of hiding in anonymity.
fasting tomorrow, I want to be sick and die.
But before I die I want to kiss that person.

We all deserve all the good of the world.

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E 'and Sunday is the festival in the country. She knows that will see him, and this time for a time a bit 'longer than the usual ten minutes in front of the school. And 'all week waiting.
not to go down to the streets for him, no. But the idea that it will help a lot of his being there.
will definitely be in the company of his girlfriend. You figured , think her, if him, one way, I can never affect a case.

And indeed he is there. And she is happy. And she does not expect anything at all, like all other times. There. Basta.
And when she sees it shrugs and then he watches him from afar, as you do beautiful things to look at that you know you can not touch, nor ever have.

furtive, secretive, curious. It 's just the case, of course, when you cross four eyes turning to look around. I guess that's just me, he looked back at me. Imagine if someone like him is interested in someone like me. He shrugs.

It continues like that, that afternoon, with a laugh friends, not a peep sight, a laugh, a quick peek. Laugh, peek. Bevutina, peek, laugh, peek. Bevutina. There
him with that other, there he laughs and makes silly jokes, he's drinking, he is speaking, is he who listens to him that there if all the hugs and kisses even if, as a whole. That would be a torture, to think from the outside, watching the object of love flirting with another. There is no rational explanation for this self-harm. Maybe it's just a vehicle for the imagination to be able to dream of a day that take place there. Perhaps, however, serves to remove any better hope so, once and for all, you put your heart in peace and lungs stop sigh. Strange, that in the end you never stop hoping.

Indeed, the whole fantasy picks, and if the carrying away, now, she is swept and the passionate kisses with him at the gate of the house are hand in hand around the streets, looks accomplices, congratulations naked bodies joined hands stroking the hair on your face I love you too beautiful for us love you always oh God how did I live without you, luckily I met you love one another again and again and again just now I want to get some sleep ' I've worn it with kisses and caresses but after we start, ok?
In the dream, and dream is that otherwise, he is always craving. Even her, but less.

Fantasy, however, by decree intimate with itself, must be short-lived. To let go because she likes to dream, is also a good fear. For all the fantasies that come true in the long run, fans come to the melancholy, and this melancholy here, in the precise meaning as a sense of loss of something you've ever had. And the sense of loss never had a thing is even worse than the loss of a sense of what had. Why having to let go of one thing you've ever had is like having to let go of the desire, stop, and stop wanting even more afraid to lose what you want, and this is because if we lose the desire is a bit 'as if we lost ourselves. That's scary. Vaccaboia if he does.
Why is this: sometimes it takes a strong fear of losing the very fact of desiring.

So, you think he thinks back to that Sunday afternoon, at one point she just looks away, gets bored, in short, keeps looking at him. Basta. Why wish for tired even in the long run. And so the thought, free from worm that unrequited love can finally go elsewhere.
chatting, playing, laughing.

Until, suddenly, an emergency forces her to the bathroom.

The bathroom is behind the huts on the festival. Who knows what we find here, she thinks. Has made her night, meanwhile, and is a little 'dark there behind. In hidden cavern, the festival of lights that glow does not come. Enter the tomb with water (that is also hard to call process) where it says women , in ink, in a piece of paper stuck up with a hanging strip of scotch. Except that, in shutting the door behind him, one hand holds it. And she also takes a bit 'scared, actually.

's him.

He followed? Impossible. What are you doing here? I do not know. He
, agile and fast as dust, slips behind and enters the small niche provided with water by closing the door behind him, fitting both in there. They look
.
you really do not understand anything. Together they dreamed of his beloved he longed, in the process? And because he has followed?

I fell and died, now I'm dreaming, this is the antechamber of heaven, it must be like a prize, an award they give me into the toilet puzzoso Sunday of the festival, an appropriate premium to my life. I take it, this award, and after I die and go to heaven for sure. It can not be that way.
is running. she is running because he punched in the face of one because it owed him money and now it follows him and he thought to hide in here. In fact it is a perfect hideaway for those who would come in the toilet of women to give a punch to one? At best, it waits outside.
Or I want to kill. Yes, that must be so: he saw that I look at it, maybe I watched too much this week off from school, I did not have that damn cocky I am, on the fringes of stalking. He noticed it and got sick and then kill me. Here, it will go well.

I see. Why are they still looking? is looking for a way to not hurt me, maybe. Maybe my body is trying the famous school of Hokuto point where I kill and do not see how I die and he will never be condemned. Yes, come on, it is. Here he kept looking at his face with insistence.

E 'then that he, without saying a word, takes her head in her hands firmly and saddled a long kiss on the mouth. A simple kiss, the warm touch of his lips collapse. And then there
the spring. And the looks. And smiles.
She, too, that has not even had time to close your eyes (but that really did not want to close them for fear of being dead and that was occurring Option One, that of heaven), she smiles. And then he says:

"You're a boy, I think you're wrong process."

Ride him.

"I have to pee," she says, then watching the water.
him, swaggering, shoulder supports to the wall (if we define the wall), puts his hands in his pocket and wait, silent.

"I beat the piss" reiterates her timidly. "If you do not go away, I do the same now with you here, because I just beat it tightly."
"Do not you dare."
"Yes, but I beat it and now I do."

And so she, since he is not removed from his fair and gallant pose shoulder against the wall hands in his pockets Geims Din, decides to unbutton your pants and do it in a simple and mechanical, without malice, like all days, absent-mindedly devoted to the four operations that are trivial to pee:

slip off his pants, then her pants, sit on the toilet, wait.

him, his shoulder against the wall, looks and smiles. And
she (the survivor died) sitting on the toilet, pants and underwear limp ankles, elbows on knees, hands to hold her face, looks at him with eyes so big. But does not smile much, in truth, because the pee runs real strong.

"So far they are all good," he says. "Now I want to see if you have the courage to do it, if it is down here with me that I'm watching." I have to do it

, think no longer look into his eyes. I do not want to give him some the satisfaction of not being able to pee. And then, if I can pee in front of him, what he will certainly fall in love . He looks
sovrapensiero fingers, then turn your gaze to the cartigenica, that look like concentric circles away for the moment when the wee decides to leave. Push is not needed, it's up to let go instead. What then, if it comes out the first shot is done, you're right. It relaxes
trying not to think that he is there (not easy undertaking), closes his eyes, bows his head slightly back and let themselves go in a short sigh. Comes out, slowly, the first drop liberating heat, followed by the roar of a long and rather enjoyed pissing.
'm not dead killed by my love and I'm finally doing the pee. What I want more, I?

"But you know, you, this here is something much more intimate that if we ever made love?"

She opens her eyes, takes a piece of cartigenica, look at the smiling boy looking Geims Din with his shoulder leaning against the wall, hands in pocket, and wipes. Then he gets up, raises her panties, raises his pants, place the shirt, pulls the water and is standing at the door waiting for him to open it.

Maybe I did fall in love, she thinks. Maybe I'm falling in love
, he thinks.

Then they go out and start, without even looking, each in his direction, proud complicit in a transgressive act of love newborn.

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secluded infinite

Hello to all! So, these days I have a lot 'of commitments, especially the studio, so I have nothing to tell, I continue my life as usual.

always

Weight equal, because some days good, others I binged and then recover the lost a few kg.

I'm neither sad nor happy, rather quiet, and I can live with this for charity, rather than like last year: /

I happen to feel bad in class, I felt like crying, but I stayed calm and slowly returned to normal, thank goodness.

I hope to be able to tell you something more interesting soon, Saturday and Sunday 30 and 31 will go to a couple of parties, and perhaps there will be some interesting implications. For now, see you soon girls a big kiss!

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are fucking, or prejudice, it is strange how two things can coincide.

Hello all, sorry for the absence shall however, increased to comment, is that I had nothing special to write here on the blog.

Really even now I have, but at least you update:)

are not lost weight despite my good intentions, even fatter thank goodness!

I am going to put me in though.
The post title refers to the fact that I like a boy, a friend, but has a girlfriend.
And I do shit more than ever.
My friends say I probably will love me for my character because I have a beautiful character. And it's great to hear it, makes me realize that I have friends who really appreciate me despite my many faults, is a beautiful thing. I am not totally alone.
gives hope, we human beings have an infinite need of love and hope, but we really so fragile? Realizing it's weird.
know that someone gives you a warm feeling ... it's like alcohol.
Yeah, I had better examples, something that warms you, but not as a hot shower, something that warms you inside.

For now I send you a big hug, be happy, is the best way to be happy, be.