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Well, this is intended to be an official announcement soon, because he is very difficult to explain without dwelling, that in recent months I've noticed many things.
Because I was losing myself for the road.

I'm gonna take a break in the lolita. No, I'm not going to stop wearing dresses or ties pompous head. But I will leave lolita as I have experienced so far to start again in lolita.
I want to be the monster of consumerism in which I believe I have become. Ido (and I hope to live) so many special moments, all those nights of bloomers, evenings sewing non-stop hours without sleep at the Hall, Alice partying with Bow, bidding late at night on CELG, horseback customs . No, that's not what I want to change.

On the way to the lolita, I forgot who I was. I left dazzled and deceived by pretty and fabric ties ecstatic. As Marie Antoinette, beautiful on the outside but empty inside. I've forgotten many, many things, I have not done too much to be able to buy more shoes. But if nothing else, alas if only it were so. I forgot who I am and what I remembered recently. I adapt what

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days so I have enough. Dejected, listless, disillusioned, generally des-all with the lolita. Not that I think about quitting, no, not that. But something, something that has changed in my relation to him.

few months ago looked ecstatic pages and auction sites and could not ever choose which of these exquisite pieces of clothing I liked better, which wanted more to have. Now I look, and I find almost nothing that makes me feel that passionate love. There is, of course there is, but little less. I do not want to dress like a Christmas tree, because, lately, when viewed from sweet, I feel out of place, disink, disassociated, I'm not myself. And I have only wanted to go back, back where I have the feeling that I lost myself two years ago, in the dark, mysterious, the magical, the Gothic Lolita. But it's so hard to retrace his steps, and no I'm not sure I wanted to forget everything I've been during this time Was it a lie that I was pink, blue, green or yellow?. No, it was not. But now I'm black, brown, red, gray.

Who knows where I will take this wonderful and fascinating world that is the lolita this time. Farther, farther, I want to always carry much further. The Lolita is like a rose, b