Today I am sad, gotten depressed, disillusioned, without forces to raise me and to continue, I inside ached of us each time that a friend or who we judge friends in gives a great machete blow to them in the coasts. If they had really been friends because they had left it of being? When the interest disappears the friendship also goes? That felt has this? Your envy nauseates me, your hatred intrigues me and of today in ahead what they will receive from me it is disdain. .I do not go myself to give to the work to make dirty maos in garbage