my wife leaving me alone this night

either started from a natural disaster be millions and passed away following a wound that will not forget me until I go to the next ... grave. I ampuni Lord.

This evening, I am filled with all rasaku until I felt my hands tremble and I become unfit called noble creature, man. Badanku a little bit sick, some hard objects accidentally touched hard, I am a little tired but the pain with a certain part I can not feel, as if numb as the words they are generally. actually no one man want to experience things like this, but many more pain to feel the heart .. soul ... soul .... apalah and somehow, they all lost so only as a message that should be no longer in permasalahkan.

Now ... a little stiff kananku hand, the hard back, if it is touched and a little painful penetrate ago. I tried to move the finger-end finger, ring finger and pinkie. lumayan ....

the end of this story, a sad akan invite millions of feeling remorse, starting from the second story in the beginning until the end of shame when I showed my face again. I just hiding behind the monitor and this board. I am sure they will not memaafkanku again, my god .. this ampuni your servant that you will never forgive ciptaanMu not.

I prefer this because there is no other choice offered to us. if one of us to speak, only one other pressing akan with ego and emotions and that will certainly have destroyed us. So even if the going and the fact that I was going, so now here. They may choose the same fact they have chosen the best for themselves, I still should be, I still, fact, I am not controlled, it should, I think attitudes and improve the future for us, the fact is, they choose to go and enwrap it all, so now I feel full of regret and not being the most normal, psychoneurotic, and childlike.

This fear, for this, some of this time, end like this, and I myself, I feel very guilty, I should like this before, that, or so, so alone, so we understand each other, and I will be far behind.

Ignorance that somehow my waistband of origin. kutahu that I too regret and want to go as far as they can of the, or I dreamed it, so I can not return home safely.

Istriku, I divorce and we lontarkan same ... meledaklah with sumringah. Emosinya, emosiku, emotional tetanggaku gathered into one, and we mempermalukan without power. Istriku great before I actually have disampingnya, I just do not know how to communicate well with people disekitarku, around, around us, and us. He was able to be different every day, every day until we reap love and grief, sometimes together, sometimes followed, sometimes come too late, finally gave the impression that surprising .. uhhh.

I am as a human being can measure the amount of energy from each division of the night, I also know how much that should kupakai, and how much to take in work from home for us. Strangely ... I already know the capacity that, but I am sometimes confused se intoxicated telernya-where all is lost, the roads, in place before, in jantungku or in a dirty celanaku this? ahhh ...

Istriku that, never heard the word no-I said, fortunately, always obey the amanahku, although sometimes forget, and eventually remember energy does not spill a bit restrained, so in need temani how to be patient and listen a little, but not the board, next. He calculates panda-crack-tool so that a maximum komukasi akan work worthy of its function. great ... alhamdulillah.

However, what have we agree, few, which we discuss, because we are too naive to discuss the past, because I so recommend, so that I found in the schools first, because all this running to the front, so that we can reap fortune.

Istriku mistake we agreed, for one of our big, big points for him once, and istriku know this is wrong, big wrong, somehow I do not istriku interruptions do not accept the withdrawal the fact that I actually have a full apology when things calm. istriku akan feel victorious or defeated, not our business, will both find a way back when and forgive each other one another, and repeat the mistake again, man, just always so up to this no pun Jagat. human remains human, will not be able to become angels, demons, or even a dash of God so ... wow

I as head of the family of two people, us and them, has its own reality, does not want to give a little to one another, form the shape of the akan akan like that going on in their own imajinasinya. I am now one, sentence itself is guilty, I regret, I give up. Other times I may have to learn more ..