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.Saturday, January 17, 2009 ' 12:46 PM Y
& your love is all i ever wanted

Hi folks!
I only wanted to say "Hi" to everyone because since I'm still in the clinic.
I'm better though'

Sara, dear... I know I call you everyday but I want it to be write: please live... Pedro is taking a good care of you. And I am truly thankful to him because of that. Yet, despite all, you still my main reason to be alive.

Marina... We need really to talk. You are depressed and...it is my fault. Sorry for make you suffer so much. If one day you don't want to talk more to me, I'll understand. Really. I'm sorry...

Pedro... I was talking to you awhile, so in this moment I have not much to say to you. Only what i said already: Take Care of you and of Sara.

Margarida, cutie, are you OK? I would like you to send me an email telling me how is your life going.

Layla! Love of my life :) how are ya? I will ask you the same thing I asked Margarida. Becaise The last time you told me something was in November! So I need to know how is your life,

All my other friends... I'be been calling you all at least one time per 2 weeks. but to be registered: I love you all.

For now, I will say goodbye. Because the nurse that is in the other room is noisy and she is almost killing me to go to bed.







Me*
Don't you believe in flying saucers, they ask me? Don't you believe in telepathy? — in ancient astronauts? — in the Bermuda triangle? — in life after death?
No, I reply. No, no, no, no, and again no.
One person recently, goaded into desperation by the litany of unrelieved negation, burst out "Don't you believe in anything?"
"Yes", I said. "I believe in evidence. I believe in observation, measurement, and reasoning, confirmed by independent observers. I'll believe anything, no matter how wild and ridiculous, if there is evidence for it. The wilder and more ridiculous something is, however, the firmer and more solid the evidence will have to be." Isaac Asimov

Identity*
Name: Andrew Philip Harrington
Age: (25.12.1986)
Location: England

Cares*
In Love: Yes
Interests: Mytholody, literature, Philosophy, Psychology, History, Mathematics, Cinema, Music, Anime, Culture, Food
Hates: Watching people suffer

Chat*




Contacts*
Sara’s blog
Maggie’s blog
Marina’s blog
Ana Rita’s blog
Sara’s deviantart account


CREDITS*
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