sixty-eight, as the revolutionary years. and so, this time really is over: I finished the endless lessons of philosophy and history, are over the intervals carcinogens in the yard, the file to the machines to get a damn kinder bueno, late entries and exits and even the early holes to Michelangelo or around the city. I did not think of power to get to say it, but I'm sorry. I'm sorry because basically they were carefree years, I was able to distinguish the true from the false ones and people I know who really was worthy of my affection. I'm sorry because not too bright in my career I learned how to save even when I was in shit up to his neck, even with the help of true friends, which I found just between the high school. so it is a must to say that companies like Bag, the True and Carol will always remain in my heart and were the best I could find.
changing the subject, next week my going on holiday and go in the Gargano 8 days, while I stay home with their grandparents. this means that Nicola will move to my house and we will make a rampart of partying every night! Olee!
Tomorrow, however, is the big day: my friends finally reach the sea! I am - not content - more! we should do and tell us a lot of things .. are overloaded!
the only thing that these days makes me a little 'keep your feet on the ground is Nicola. I had my way I would think only the sea and what it is to organize, but he is there and, although this time I want to do a thousand stupid things, I can not risk losing him for my own stupid selfishness and my desire to have fun. Nicola is my salvation, it is now and I'm not even a moment away from him. I love him and this is the thing that makes me feel better than ever.
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