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OhDiosMíoTengoQueEscribirlo.

A caba pass the thing OMG! WHATEHFUCK! ok maybe not that much, but yeah. I arrived at the cyber
to print some things, and I expected to give me my leaves, I began to watch TV. No, nothing happened on TV. In front of me was a chick on your computer, (I mean, it makes sense in an internet) and saw he was reading something. So far so good. When I saw it, I said "Damn I know that page" I walked slowly ( Please discretion at all) and I saw it. Oh Yes

Fanfiction.net

Whatthehell!

to say here, what's wrong? Oh, let me explain.

In time, I thought it was probably the few people who read that page in my school, of course, if I know, apart from self-centeredness, but hey it's true. Come on, that Mexico is not exactly known for their habit of reading. So I came to after learning that two of my best friends do too. Damn, what? And then, talking to another friend of twilight, he said "And you know what I like" and I, "what? The fics! damn! was like, what happens to the world lightning? is that there were three who did, and the same damn page that I frequented and writing. Damn. I remember that day modified I removed my profile and my email. "Exaggerated?
Perhaps to some, but for me there. You know, this is writing as an escape from reality, a secret identity, to take two lives if they do not understand, it's fun, but it is something I share with me and only me (and people on the network) but not with the social world. It's definitely something I like to mix. And for me, at least, I have thought that to change.

And just today, a winged girl who sits with me, said something about not having the imagination to poems and stuff, but if for novel What the hell! and began to speak of one who had written and blablabla and was like a PUM! my special world just for me, it was not so special . Anyway.

And just today I discovered that going to the cyber front of my house and anyone who reads Fanfiction, and is very rare, because for me it is perhaps not for others but ; for me.


Well, why I love my elejota, because you can vent and elaborate all you want. * Hugs her elejota * It's like my virtual diary (:

The day that someone close to me (maybe a chair) says it has elejota, I'd probably give it a shot.