Yet it is not "that time of month" ... but I update the same.
Here I am, after weeks and weeks and weeks and weeks (...) of absence, to tell you a little of what it was. After
now officially my summer and life experience as an entertainer. Chapter closed.
Tomorrow opens the chapter "Farewell stramaledettissima gallbladder, which I hope will end much earlier than the period of my life as miniclubbista.
In recent months, in addition to live segregated in an infant school in a beach and to the girlfriend, I also completed a work (not satisfactory) I sent to Lucca Project Contest. Dunno, something bad is going to put in the curriculum.
I drew and inked like crazy, I have further destroyed my stomach with excitement, I held at bay the urge to change the new study, I satisfied my one regret, I have placed hopes in the future, I also threw up ' I gave blood and Graphic Design 2 with 28 (this was the "Summary of previous episodes of the exciting life of Nina).
now collaborating with a writer who tries to fix a core idea in mind balenatomi recently. A story sun a "Toyman Fool".
The thing I like, and the project comes to life already.
He is one who knows the her.
I do not even know me, but I will try to meet him soon.
are now looking for a job for the winter, to put aside something for the specialist, or more than anything else, to self-finance a dream.
A dream for many seems so childish that I still feel bad.
But when you are born with a chance to see where others can not, sometimes you feel alone.
But fortunately I have pencils and paper are always with me.
I think they are the only things that I have never left at the mercy of oblivion.
I also have no one beside him, but I'll never be alone. I have a dream inside, you love that is driving and has always guided my life.
Now I do not want to lose sight of.
I do not want to lose someone and I want to be myself. Even if they are neither beautiful nor good enough, I am.
nothing but I'm not. Neither
a fictional character, or a good girl, not a responsible girl, a doll to handle.
's me.
Ebbasta, it should be.
Toh, that I leave a still picture to be colored.
