I am 48 years that people look at me and make faces. Sometimes he laughs. I prefer it because at least I make them happy. However, that is, not that I'm happy eh.
are ugly. Weight 152 kg, I've got holes in my face for acne, sudo like a sponge as well if there are 2 ° C (ghiacciolini I will do sometimes) and stink like a pig.
People always react well when I see: eyes wide, she raises an eyebrow, if there is no time before or close to the friend that is in the company, or laughs or shakes his head.
mean, I'm not a monster. But I've got used to it now. Me me me like me eh, not no. I am still a creature of God, so I'm looking the same. Mica God can create something that is ugly, that is, is not really possible.
But sometimes I wondered if by chance, but by chance eh, God does not like me. I figured if God sees me and laughs in his face him well, that is, as I would take it?
Maybe I give a damn about him as well, so I've got used to it now. I likes me for me anyway, heh.
However, that is strange. God created me and then not even like me? But stupid is mica? So like me by force, not fool God is also the priests
But look at me strange when I'm going to confess. In fact, even make them tell me the sins to me, and not even the Act of Contrition, I now perform immediately. To love, to me it makes me comfortable as well, I am ashamed to say those things to good people. And then it ends up that I do not want to confess anymore.
The priests in my opinion because I do so worthwhile. They think like "Poor man, and has the all the misfortunes, my goodness, I now absolve now, so an unlucky there may have too many sins on my conscience." In my opinion they do so, but I did not say why it ends up that then accuse them of making preferences and does not go well, because men are all the same eh, even if some of them in front of people turn up their nose. Even the priests, but they do it because you dislike, not because they suck.
But my mother was different. She smiled at me always, even when I did a shit on me because I did not have time to get to the toilet. Even when you fart during dinner or when guests were.
Even when I killed her, smiling.
Yes, I killed my mother. But I did it on purpose, I swear. The
wanted to make a joke, a silly joke, just for laugh. I had put a powder in spicy soup, as well, to laugh, eh, and she could not eat spicy things. The
He took a shot, as I smiled. A shock condom, or whatever you call that thing ugly, and fell with his face in the soup.
I thought you wanted to avenge the joke and I wanted to do one herself. He wanted to pretend that he was kin. And I laughed too and I to the joke. But
not get up, his head did not move anymore. And then I realized it was really dead. But who knew that if I ate the soup cracks? I just wanted to make her laugh a little '!
I was scared. I thought they sent me to jail, saying, "He killed his mother, poor woman, that wayward child," and things like that. So I should not let anyone know she was dead, her.
It was not hard because we lived so much alone. Dad I never knew, I heard that she left us she was pregnant with me. So the first thing that came to mind was the thing to hide it better I could do.
ate it, piece by piece. So I had lunch yet. It was good, he knew of meat like that of animals, her. And ate it all, he was so lean, not as I was.
instead threw the bones, not me I could eat them. And all I said was that game and that had left me alone, so I worked as a clerk.
But to me I was sorry that I killed her. And I could not even confess to the priests because I now immediately absolved.
Sometimes I think God does not like me. As I said, I know, but when mom comes to my mind I think about it forever. Maybe God has allowed me to eat well because I had something good on the body. Something with a nice smile over.
Who knows if I even ate his soul, or God if it is taken before me. To me I would have liked to stay with me.Così least I felt less alone, I do.
are ugly. Weight 152 kg, I've got holes in my face for acne, sudo like a sponge as well if there are 2 ° C (ghiacciolini I will do sometimes) and stink like a pig.
People always react well when I see: eyes wide, she raises an eyebrow, if there is no time before or close to the friend that is in the company, or laughs or shakes his head.
mean, I'm not a monster. But I've got used to it now. Me me me like me eh, not no. I am still a creature of God, so I'm looking the same. Mica God can create something that is ugly, that is, is not really possible.
But sometimes I wondered if by chance, but by chance eh, God does not like me. I figured if God sees me and laughs in his face him well, that is, as I would take it?
Maybe I give a damn about him as well, so I've got used to it now. I likes me for me anyway, heh.
However, that is strange. God created me and then not even like me? But stupid is mica? So like me by force, not fool God is also the priests
But look at me strange when I'm going to confess. In fact, even make them tell me the sins to me, and not even the Act of Contrition, I now perform immediately. To love, to me it makes me comfortable as well, I am ashamed to say those things to good people. And then it ends up that I do not want to confess anymore.
The priests in my opinion because I do so worthwhile. They think like "Poor man, and has the all the misfortunes, my goodness, I now absolve now, so an unlucky there may have too many sins on my conscience." In my opinion they do so, but I did not say why it ends up that then accuse them of making preferences and does not go well, because men are all the same eh, even if some of them in front of people turn up their nose. Even the priests, but they do it because you dislike, not because they suck.
But my mother was different. She smiled at me always, even when I did a shit on me because I did not have time to get to the toilet. Even when you fart during dinner or when guests were.
Even when I killed her, smiling.
Yes, I killed my mother. But I did it on purpose, I swear. The
wanted to make a joke, a silly joke, just for laugh. I had put a powder in spicy soup, as well, to laugh, eh, and she could not eat spicy things. The
He took a shot, as I smiled. A shock condom, or whatever you call that thing ugly, and fell with his face in the soup.
I thought you wanted to avenge the joke and I wanted to do one herself. He wanted to pretend that he was kin. And I laughed too and I to the joke. But
not get up, his head did not move anymore. And then I realized it was really dead. But who knew that if I ate the soup cracks? I just wanted to make her laugh a little '!
I was scared. I thought they sent me to jail, saying, "He killed his mother, poor woman, that wayward child," and things like that. So I should not let anyone know she was dead, her.
It was not hard because we lived so much alone. Dad I never knew, I heard that she left us she was pregnant with me. So the first thing that came to mind was the thing to hide it better I could do.
ate it, piece by piece. So I had lunch yet. It was good, he knew of meat like that of animals, her. And ate it all, he was so lean, not as I was.
instead threw the bones, not me I could eat them. And all I said was that game and that had left me alone, so I worked as a clerk.
But to me I was sorry that I killed her. And I could not even confess to the priests because I now immediately absolved.
Sometimes I think God does not like me. As I said, I know, but when mom comes to my mind I think about it forever. Maybe God has allowed me to eat well because I had something good on the body. Something with a nice smile over.
Who knows if I even ate his soul, or God if it is taken before me. To me I would have liked to stay with me.Così least I felt less alone, I do.
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