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Passion is good, but too bad I can not let the rest of my life to go as it is now, I am messy, I pretend I am happy, but deep in my I do not, I can not tell anyone about my weakness, I just want to show my side of the brave, I am very simple, just pretend I am a tough one, can noteq2 plat be defeated, but nobody knows how hurt I am, I just claim to be cool, to be easy for all, but there is just I know that with me . need some time so all of the kind, you need some time to understand yourself. I do not know how long it will take, just know it will not be easy and short. time long enough, I must be patient, I even told myself a thousand times, I am well, and I will be better, but I know that I am not well, I'm not good enough. but right now, I just hate yourself, hate that I'm so weak, so fragile, so impulsive ..... I hate the way I am now, I hate what I write now, I hate everything, I think about today, just hate it, but I can not think, I can not hold my mind, my thoughts .. I can not control themselves. I want to have more powers, I wish I could take complete control of my life, I want to ... just wanted to, I know that I am not quite a normal right now, and I know I will get more of them will get through, only that I am sick so hard and so sad, so depressed, life would be easier to me, but I know that this habit, life will never be easy for me that I must do is to simply consider this as my practice, the best treasures to prepare for my future. the path to success and happiness. I have to pay to get something back, this balance, I have to go through the firm, then I will get my happiness. Somehow, I just lost faith in it, maybe I will find it again, but now, I just lost it, lost his faith be happy.i eve iskI do not know how long this will last, I have my story, I know that need some changes, but ... I am not strong now shaking .... interesting .... 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Passion is good, but too bad I can not let the rest of my life to go as it is now, I am messy, I pretend I am happy, but deep in my I do not, I can not tell anyone about my weakness, I just want to show my side of the brave, I am very simple, just pretend I am a tough one, can not be defeated, but nobody knows how hurt I am, I just claim to be cool, to be easy for all, but there is just I know that with me . need some time so all of the kind, you need some time to understand yourself. I do not know how long it will take, just know it will not be easy and short. time long enough, I must be patient, I even told myself a thousand times, I am well, and I will be better, but I know that I am not well, I'm not good enough. but right now, I just hate yourself, hate that I'm so weak, so fragile, so impulsive ..... I hate the way I am now, I hate what I write now, I hate everything, I think about today, just hate it, but I can not think, I can not hold my mind, my thoughts .. I can not control themselves. I want to have more powers, I wish I could take complete control of my life, I want to ... just wanted to, I know that I am not quite a normal right now, and I know I will get more of them will get through, Hellgate Londononly that I am sick so hard, and so sad, so depressed, life would be easier for me, but I know that this habit, life will never be easy for me that I must do is to simply consider this as my practice, the best treasure in preparation for my future. the path to success and happiness. I have to pay to get something back, this balance, I have to go through the firm, then I will get my happiness.

here ------------- It took a long time for me to return here.Such long gone, I'm here now.It 's in and I still do not use English to write my own life, even Tho I pushed myself to write some privacy in the English language in my diary book.anyway , I am here, and I can write what I want here, because here, nobody knows who I am am.its very big for me. tracing my memories, so many things happened before I came back.i was with a guy I talked to about a year ago, but things did not work during us.but point, I made it as me, and we had a good time Lineage adenatogether.we no spoke in a long time.Now about myself, I have one guy who, of course, I can not help but fall into.but Truth, somtimes, we simply can not control our feelings.i subject to this guy, who no one anymore.but-I do not care.i I'm not begging to be with him, in fact, I am very happy where I am now. I can be around for a few months, we can go with it fun.even Tho GF, I just want to be his friend.thats pretty much what I want most right now.however, I am so sad and disappointed that he and his GF, to do some things together.i I think kind of jealous and upset.even I'm not planning to be with him, or something, but things can not be easily me.but I still let ourselves that, like the fact that I did before.yes, last one.its Deja vu for me.it think I was the same situation before.the guy who likes some other girl, and I just wait there, wishing he could like me or crush me or something.last, I did, what actually happened, I was with him for several months, I can say one thing that.this, I know this may be wrong but I never ask him to do something for me.i could feel that he has a crush on or me.i know that I am a bad girl, but he likes me, I know I should stop. In fact, I stopped so many things, I think, guilty.today he told me that his GF had to kiss goodbye, the next time, I invited him to win it back.it sucked really sucked.asking who U really like to get another girl sucks.but I know that this is exactly what you need to do.i doLineage 1 adena not want to betray my heart.so I think now it's with her now, hugging ... and blabla, things which can never belong to me.i cound not tell him anything about this.i not even told my best friend.coz I know what I did wrong again, I have drunk up again.i simply not I can do things right me.i have to force myself not to think, not pity, do not become greed.i cool to play with my feelings. This is normal, I can feel it, because it is who I am, as now, should I feel sad when he was with someone else instead of me.i can feel this.coz I love it, even Tho I can not do anything . because it can not be the one who belongs to me, and it can not be someone who can give me everquest 2 goldwhat I really want.maybe I lost my mind at time.things will be good again.i penalty could be reintroduced. Yes, I know that I am miserable, struggling I want to find out where I'm going to half of next year. But my faith is out of control. What I can do is fight and patiently waits. I must do whatever I can to make their lives better and better, and I should slow my pace to see how my life will go and try to enjoy the moment, I have now, my friends and my family.

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With a young and tender age, Patti Wilson was told by her doctor that she was an epileptic. Her father, Jim Wilson, is a morning jogger. One day she smiled through her braces and said: "Daddy, what I really like to do is with you every day, but I'm afraid I have a seizure." Her father told her: "If you do, I know how to handle it, so let's start!" That is exactly what they have every day. It was a wonderful experience for them to share, and there were no seizures, while kamas dofus it is running. After a few weeks, she told her father, "Dad, what I really love to do, the world's long-distance running record for women." Her father checked the Guinness Book of World Records and found that the farthest any woman had was 80 miles. As a freshman in high school, Patti announced, "I go to Orange County to San Francisco." (A distance of 400 miles.) "As a student," she continued, "I'm going to find Portland, Oregon." dofus kamas (More than 1500 miles.) "As a junior I'm in St. Louis." (Approx. 2000 miles) "As a senior I'll run the White House." (More than 3000 miles away.) With regard to their handicap, Patti was as ambitious as it was enthusiastic, but she said she looked at the disability, an epileptic as simply "a disadvantage." It focuses not on what they had lost, but on what they had left. This year, they run in San Francisco wearing a T-shirt reading "I Love epileptics." Her father ran each mile at her side, and her mother, a nurse, followed in a mobile home behind them in case anything went wrong. In their pupils year, Patti classmates behind her. They built a giant poster reading "Run, Patti, Run!" (This has since become her motto and the title of a book she has written.) On her second marathon, on the way to Portland, she fractured bones in her foot. A doctor told her to stop its course. He said: "I had a cast on the ankle so that you can not separate permanent damage." "Doc, you do not understand," she said. "This is not just a whim of mine, it's a magnificent obsession, I'm not only for me, I make it to the chains on the heads, which so many others. Is there any way I can ffxi gil run? "He gave her an option. He could be in the adhesive process, rather than in a cast. He warned them that it's incredibly painful, and he told her, "It will blister." She said the doctor, wrap it up. She completed the run to Portland, her last mile with the governor of Oregon. You may have to the headlines: "Super Runner, Patti Wilson at the end of the marathon for epilepsy on her 17th birthday." After four months of almost continuously from west coast to the East Coast, Patti arrived in Washington and shook the hand of the President of the United States. She told him, "I wanted people to know that epileptics are normal people with normal lives." I have this story at one of my seminars not long ago, and then a big teary eyes man came up to me, put his big beefy and said: "Mark, my name is Jim Wilson. You talked about my daughter, Patti. "Because of their noble efforts, he told me, enough money had been raised, by 19 to multi-million-dollar epileptic centers around the country. If Patti Wilson can be so much with so little, what can you do to be better in a state of total wellness? What did I for.rm Three passions, simple but strong majority of my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind. These passions, like great winds, have blown me here and there, in a wayward course over a great ocean of anguish, to the very verge of despair. I tried love, first, because he ecstasy - ecstasy so great that I often have to sacrifice the rest of your life for a few hours lotro gold of joy. I tried it, in the vicinity, because it relieves loneliness - the terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the edge of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I tried it finally, because in the union of love I've ever seen in a mystic miniature, the precursor vision of heaven that saints and poets imagine. That is what I was looking for, and though it also seems to be good for human life, this is what - at last - I have found. With equal passion I have sought knowledge. flyff penya I wanted to understand the hearts of the people. I wanted to know why the stars shine. And I've tried to understand the Pythagorean power by which number prevails over the river. A little of this, but not much, I have achieved. Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the sky. But always pity brought me back to earth. Echoes lotr gold of cries of pain reverberate in my heart. Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, pain and makes a mockery of human life should be. I long to this evil, but I can not, and I too suffer. This was my life. I made it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the opportunity offered me.

Three Days to See.rm Sometimes I thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we should die tomorrow. Such an attitude would emphasize strongly the values of life. We should live each day with a gentleness, a force and a strong interest of appreciation, which is often lost when the time is before us inflyff money the constant prospect of more days and months and years to come. There are, of course, who would Epicurean motto "Eat, drink and be merry," but most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death. In the stories condemned hero is usually saved at the last minute by some stroke of luck, but almost always his sense of values is changed. He will always be grateful for the meaning of life and its permanent spiritual values. It hasoften been noted that those who live or have lived in the shadow of death, a gentle sweetness to everything they do. Most of us, but life for us. We know that one day we must die, but usually we are at this day so far in the future. If we areMaple Story Mesos in good health, is death, but all inconceivable. We think it only rarely. The times, in an endless view. So we go about our small tasks that are hardly known to our listless attitude toward life. The same lethargy, I am afraid, characterizes the use of all our abilities and senses. Only the deaf communicate, only blind people recognize the many blessings that are in the eyes. Above all, this statement applies to those who have lost eyesight and hearing in adulthood. But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing seldom use the full capabilities of these blessed. Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sounds hazily, without concentration and with little appreciation. It's the same old story, not grateful for what we have until we lose it, unaware of the health, until we are sick. I've often thought it would be a blessing if each human being stricken regions have been blind and deaf for a few days at some point during his early adulthood. Darkness would appreciate him more visibility; silence would tech him the joy of sound. From time to time I tested, my friends to see, to discover what they see. Recently I was visited by a very good friends who just returned from a long walk in the woods, and I asked her what she had observed ... "Nothing particular," she replied. I would disbelieve, I was not accustomed to such lies, for a long time ago, I was convinced that the seeing see little. How was it possible, I asked myself, on foot for about an hour through the woods and see nothing worth mentioning? I can not see the hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I think the delicate symmetry MapleStory mesos of a leaf. I my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough, Shaggy bark of a pine. In spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter sleep. I think the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions, and something about the wonders of nature is for me. Occasionally, if I am very happy, my hand gently on a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song. I am delighted with the cool waters of a brook rush thought my finger open. To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. To me the page ant of the seasons is an exciting and endless drama, the action of the streams, through my fingertips. At times my heart cries with longing EverQuest 2 gold to see all these things. If I can be so much pleasure from mere touch, how much beauty must be out of sight. But those who have eyes apparently see little. the panorama of action, color and fills the world is for us. It is human, perhaps, something which we have too long for what we do not have, but it is very unfortunate that in the light of the world the gift of vision is seen as merely a convenience and not as a means of wealth of life. If I were the president of a university I should be a compulsory subject in "How to Use Your Eyes." The professor would try to show his pupils how they could be happy in their lives by really happened, what is before them unnoticed. He would try to awake their dormant and slowly faculties. Perhaps I can best illustrate the idea that what I most like to see if I understand it for the use of my eyes, say, only foreq2 plat three days. And if I have the idea that you also use your mind to work on the problem, how would your own eyes, if you only had three days to see. If the on-coming darkness of the third night you knew that the sun would never again for you, would you like for those three precious intervening days? What would you most want to let your eyes rest on? Of course I should most wish to see the things that are me through my years of darkness. You also want to let your eyes on the things that are too expensive, so you could be the memory of them into the night, before that was before you. Christmas Morning.rm A light drizzle fell, as my sister Jill and I ran out of the Methodist Church, like at home and play with the presents, Santa had for us and our little sister, Sharon. Over the road from the church was a Pan American gas station, where the Greyhound bus stopped. It was Christmas, but I have a family Runescape gold outside the locked door, pushed under the narrow overhang in an attempt to dry. I wondered briefly why they were there, but then forget it, as I drove to work with Jill. If we are at home, there was hardly time for our presents. We had to go to our grandparents' house for our annual Christmas dinner. As we traveled the highway through town, I noticed that the family is still there, outside of the closed gas station. My father was a very slow drive the highway. The closer we get to the turn-off for my grandparents' house, the slower the car went. Suddenly, my father-U in the middle of the street and said: "I can not!" "What?" Asked my mother. "It is the people there again on the Pan Am, in the rain. They have children. It's Christmas. I can not." When my father went into the service station, I saw that there are five of them: the parents and three children - two girls and a little boy. My father rolled his window. "Merry Christmas," he said. "Howdy," the man replied. He was very big and had too little Stoop to peer into the car. Jill, Sharon, and I stared at the children, and they stared back at us. "They are waiting for the bus?" Asked my father. The man said that they were. They went to Birmingham, where he had a brother and the prospects for a job. "Well, the bus is not to come for a few hours, and you're wet standing here. Winborn is only a few miles on the road. They have a shed with a cover, and some benches," said my father. "Why y'all is not in the car and I run it." The man thought for a moment and then he waved to his family. They climbed into the car. They had no luggage, only the clothes they wore. Once they are in, my father looked back over the shoulder and asked the children if Santa had found them yet. Three Glum faces mutely gave him his answer. "Well, I do not think so," My father said, winking at my mother, "because when I saw Santa this morning, he told me that he had with difficulty to find, and he asked me if he could be your toy in my house. We do it before I started off at the bus stop. " All at once, the three children into his face lights up and she began to bounce around in the back, laugh and chat. When we are out of the car in our house, the three children ran through the front door and straight to the toys that are under our Christmas tree. One of the girls spied on Jill's Doll and hugged them immediately to their chest. I remember that the little boy grabbed Sharon's ball And the other girls soRunescape money That was the Christmas when my sisters and I learned the joy that others happy. My mother found that the average child was wearing a short sleeved dress, so she gave the girls only Jill's sweater to wear. My father invited them to join us in our grandparents at Christmas dinner, but the parents refused. Even if we all tried to speak, they were companies in their decision. Back in the car, on the way to Winborn, my father asked the man if he money for the ticket. His brother had tickets, the man said. My father reached into his pocket and pulled two U.S. dollars, which was everything he had until his next payday. He pressed the money into the human hand. The man tried to back it, but my father insisted. "It is late, if you look for Birmingham, and these children will be hungry before then. Take it. I broke before, and I know how it is when your family does not eat." We have them there at the bus stop in Winborn. As we drove away, I looked out the window as long as I could, looking back on the small gihugging her new doll.

Three Days to See.rm Sometimes I thought it would be an excellent rule to live each day as if we should die tomorrow. Such an attitude would emphasize strongly the values of life. We should live each day with a gentleness, a force and a strong interest of appreciation, which is often lost when the time is before us inflyff money the constant prospect of more days and months and years to come. There are, of course, who would Epicurean motto "Eat, drink and be merry," but most people would be chastened by the certainty of impending death. In the stories condemned hero is usually saved at the last minute by some stroke of luck, but almost always his sense of values is changed. He will always be grateful for the meaning of life and its permanent spiritual values. It hasoften been noted that those who live or have lived in the shadow of death, a gentle sweetness to everything they do. Most of us, but life for us. We know that one day we must die, but usually we are at this day so far in the future. If we areMaple Story Mesos in good health, is death, but all inconceivable. We think it only rarely. The times, in an endless view. So we go about our small tasks that are hardly known to our listless attitude toward life. The same lethargy, I am afraid, characterizes the use of all our abilities and senses. Only the deaf communicate, only blind people recognize the many blessings that are in the eyes. Above all, this statement applies to those who have lost eyesight and hearing in adulthood. But those who have never suffered impairment of sight or hearing seldom use the full capabilities of these blessed. Their eyes and ears take in all sights and sounds hazily, without concentration and with little appreciation. It's the same old story, not grateful for what we have until we lose it, unaware of the health, until we are sick. I've often thought it would be a blessing if each human being stricken regions have been blind and deaf for a few days at some point during his early adulthood. Darkness would appreciate him more visibility; silence would tech him the joy of sound. From time to time I tested, my friends to see, to discover what they see. Recently I was visited by a very good friends who just returned from a long walk in the woods, and I asked her what she had observed ... "Nothing particular," she replied. I would disbelieve, I was not accustomed to such lies, for a long time ago, I was convinced that the seeing see little. How was it possible, I asked myself, on foot for about an hour through the woods and see nothing worth mentioning? I can not see the hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch. I think the delicate symmetry MapleStory mesos of a leaf. I my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch, or the rough, Shaggy bark of a pine. In spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter sleep. I think the delightful, velvety texture of a flower, and discover its remarkable convolutions, and something about the wonders of nature is for me. Occasionally, if I am very happy, my hand gently on a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song. I am delighted with the cool waters of a brook rush thought my finger open. To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. To me the page ant of the seasons is an exciting and endless drama, the action of the streams, through my fingertips. At times my heart cries with longing EverQuest 2 gold to see all these things. If I can be so much pleasure from mere touch, how much beauty must be out of sight. But those who have eyes apparently see little. the panorama of action, color and fills the world is for us. It is human, perhaps, something which we have too long for what we do not have, but it is very unfortunate that in the light of the world the gift of vision is seen as merely a convenience and not as a means of wealth of life. If I were the president of a university I should be a compulsory subject in "How to Use Your Eyes." The professor would try to show his pupils how they could be happy in their lives by really happened, what is before them unnoticed. He would try to awake their dormant and slowly faculties. Perhaps I can best illustrate the idea that what I most like to see if I understand it for the use of my eyes, say, only foreq2 plat three days. And if I have the idea that you also use your mind to work on the problem, how would your own eyes, if you only had three days to see. If the on-coming darkness of the third night you knew that the sun would never again for you, would you like for those three precious intervening days? What would you most want to let your eyes rest on? Of course I should most wish to see the things that are me through my years of darkness. You also want to let your eyes on the things that are too expensive, so you could be the memory of them into the night, before that was before you. Christmas Morning.rm A light drizzle fell, as my sister Jill and I ran out of the Methodist Church, like at home and play with the presents, Santa had for us and our little sister, Sharon. Over the road from the church was a Pan American gas station, where the Greyhound bus stopped. It was Christmas, but I have a family Runescape gold outside the locked door, pushed under the narrow overhang in an attempt to dry. I wondered briefly why they were there, but then forget it, as I drove to work with Jill. If we are at home, there was hardly time for our presents. We had to go to our grandparents' house for our annual Christmas dinner. As we traveled the highway through town, I noticed that the family is still there, outside of the closed gas station. My father was a very slow drive the highway. The closer we get to the turn-off for my grandparents' house, the slower the car went. Suddenly, my father-U in the middle of the street and said: "I can not!" "What?" Asked my mother. "It is the people there again on the Pan Am, in the rain. They have children. It's Christmas. I can not." When my father went into the service station, I saw that there are five of them: the parents and three children - two girls and a little boy. My father rolled his window. "Merry Christmas," he said. "Howdy," the man replied. He was very big and had too little Stoop to peer into the car. Jill, Sharon, and I stared at the children, and they stared back at us. "They are waiting for the bus?" Asked my father. The man said that they were. They went to Birmingham, where he had a brother and the prospects for a job. "Well, the bus is not to come for a few hours, and you're wet standing here. Winborn is only a few miles on the road. They have a shed with a cover, and some benches," said my father. "Why y'all is not in the car and I run it." The man thought for a moment and then he waved to his family. They climbed into the car. They had no luggage, only the clothes they wore. Once they are in, my father looked back over the shoulder and asked the children if Santa had found them yet. Three Glum faces mutely gave him his answer. "Well, I do not think so," My father said, winking at my mother, "because when I saw Santa this morning, he told me that he had with difficulty to find, and he asked me if he could be your toy in my house. We do it before I started off at the bus stop. " All at once, the three children into his face lights up and she began to bounce around in the back, laugh and chat. When we are out of the car in our house, the three children ran through the front door and straight to the toys that are under our Christmas tree. One of the girls spied on Jill's Doll and hugged them immediately to their chest. I remember that the little boy grabbed Sharon's ball And the other girls soRunescape money That was the Christmas when my sisters and I learned the joy that others happy. My mother found that the average child was wearing a short sleeved dress, so she gave the girls only Jill's sweater to wear. My father invited them to join us in our grandparents at Christmas dinner, but the parents refused. Even if we all tried to speak, they were companies in their decision. Back in the car, on the way to Winborn, my father asked the man if he money for the ticket. His brother had tickets, the man said. My father reached into his pocket and pulled two U.S. dollars, which was everything he had until his next payday. He pressed the money into the human hand. The man tried to back it, but my father insisted. "It is late, if you look for Birmingham, and these children will be hungry before then. Take it. I broke before, and I know how it is when your family does not eat." We have them there at the bus stop in Winborn. As we drove away, I looked out the window as long as I could, looking back on the small gihugging her new doll.