And so we begin with the adventures ...
Hello strangers! Welcome to the blog * sound of drums * TOXIC! Ex Toxic.Secrets. Now, simply, Toxic. Yes, Toxic. Someday I will indeed explain the symbolism of the name. Finally, we come to what concerns us today is, first, an explanation of the existence of this blog and, second, a mini-presentation. Jojo. Invisible and nonexistent people to whom I speak, I hope you enjoy my future adventures.
I've tried a thousand times to create a journal. It is ... something like an earring in my life to bring one with some continuity. My dream, so to speak. Since childhood that I possess, keep a diary where my life story, a place to download without explanation.
this function was replaced by one of those who call ... fotologs? Yes Special One, who had my way, as a story with a sort of plot. I had grown fond of the link. Yes, I enjoyed with some textit upload photos or comments, occasionally a song. Things, in short, that make my day to day and wanted to publish and share with my community.
But it seems that not even I have that right.
Why?
Because neither a warning, I deleted the account directly.
Who pushed the button and was sentenced denounced "violence"? I do not know. Although I want to know, yes, and enter his mind and find out if he really did not feel touched by that image, identified. Because when someone is afraid of something can be for two reasons: because he thinks he will kill that thing, or because they feared that one day become.
Anyway, I'm very upset. And I wanted out of that damned fotologuístico system (?). Aish ... With this fotolog had met very important people in my life now, in this fotolog had written so many things ... So many ... Confessed secrets.
I was outraged, yes.
Anyway. LJ
That new, new life.
All new.
to mail again!
Any hacker is offered to enter and retrieve my account fotolog? I do not need the URL, only the texts, images, comments ... meant so much to me and my mental stability.
Wow.
It's fun to write a lot: D. Although no one will read it. Because I'm doomed.
A butterfly otherwise.
suppose to start should introduce myself ... Or something like that, right?
Because my name is * censored *. I say Toxic. Yey.
live in ... some weird place south of Ecuador. On the mainland of the sun, folks. I am known worldwide
sign out IRONY * * for my fanfiction. Although of course, do not write a decent one for about a year.
You see, I like to write. Yes, I really like. And a lot of time I was sure my career was to lyrics. Although it is now doubtful.
Because literature is not the only thing that interests me in life, gentlemen. Nonono. I also love drawing, painting, acting, dance, film. The arts, conclusion. I can not imagine devoting my life to something that is not art for art's sake, to philosophize nonsense and live well. If I reach adulthood. Because
too, Oh My Brothers, I'm something like ... suicide. Or depressed. They say the first step is to accept that this is wrong, right? Well, I think I took a long time. But taking action on the matter is somewhat difficult, considering that I am a person without the slightest capacity for effort and I have a thousand and a unresolved things in my teens.
Because I'm too young to go around saying I hate my life and I want to kill.
Did you see that it was mini:)?
There are not many more things to say about me. I guess I will occur over time.
But for now we can cut it now, that but for you poor readers, they will be eternal.
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