Prayer For The Faithful

I wanted to get you itch, bother you, tell you something that bothers you a little, that makes me feel that I have gained a little, just to feel a little winning and happy, that happiness unhealthy when you know that rubbing a little, just a little, someone who deserves it. But I was wrong (again) because you are not me and you do not bother the same things as me, you never bother you absolutely nothing. I think you think I am not able to hurt you, to act bad, make a big cagadón, something horrible. ... But maybe because it is not, may have changed, maybe I can no longer be an advantage player and treachery, perhaps I can no longer pretend to be bad, maybe I can not act like crazy. Because I have 20 years and have changed, perhaps it is true that I've changed, and perhaps this is not bad ... Like it is still fun to think I'm going to make something horrible, that bothered me now I will sleep with your best friend or I will say horrible things systematically torturing. Finally, if you do all those things for my investment would be useless: my investment in myself, my long convesrrsaciones with Miguel, the new image I have of me that gives me the right-now itself and without conchudez-to claim the same thing that I can give .
At this moment I have two paths, and almost have chosen what to do, or pick up the phone and went on with an absurd conversation with you to claim you do not really know why (I really want to reclaim the fact that I've deprived of the pleasure of a little fuck pure piconería, I agree!) or do nothing, I do not go the phone, do not say anything, do not call and at least wait until I have something fairly nice to say.
currently do not know if I can say is you not me because it is not well in what part of everything you you or me, at least I know I am now 80% and that is why I soothe and calm and wait for my head cool.

I think I have yet to define the limits of our relationship, rules, almost like a manual (as we all have mental manual, but it specifically, loudly.)