I see fat from toenails to the tips of the hair. I tried to be perfect, and perhaps there was nothing worse I could do. Reaching the unreachable. Infuse does not seem so bad ... I do not think it is. I'm not everything I said, are not all what it seems. I chose to travel this road alone, thinking it was easy.
; "Nobody Said It Was Easy, No One Ever Said It Would Be So Hard."
I was in a relapse of my pathetic periods of closure, in which are more quiet and introverted than usual ... too often nasty. After a departure from my dettatomi nature, although I have shown how difficult it is to my character (and that is not the case that no one comes close to me or diseases), the person who wanted to be-maybe- My friend, invited me to his birthday party . When he asked me, after almost a month since we talked, I was going to cry in front, at the first opportunity I fled to the bathroom and I cried tears of love, despair and liberation, pain. I'm confused. I always hated holidays ... more I started to make me paranoid about the food that will be there. And the long list is also added another concern: she and another of my classmates have decided to do a blog. I discovered that I do not want, do not want to feel inside gets closely. I'm afraid.
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