Once a person insinuated that I am able to see only black butterflies.
He explained that there are also white butterflies said ... that one day I would have seen it myself.
Towards the end of last school year, in spring, the same person she was concerned by my behavior. Once he asked me what I had, and I answered: "No," trying to convince her to let go. She said:
"And if you commit suicide, and I could not do anything?"
wanted to be my friend, I think. But I did not have the strength to break down the walls. She did not have the determination to override. He surrendered in front of my attitudes reclusive and cold. I wanted to test it on other occasions, without ever making a real step towards her. I wanted to be her friend, but she did not understand. Like everyone else, was not able to go beyond appearances. In recent months he has to let go, even though I'm worse. E 'come to ignore me, make me feel invisible, the blame for my inability to open the door.
Lentamnte and in silence, I slipped away from his life. I left abandoned in my disease. If I had a hold, now you do not have her. I feel the cloth too heavily as he pulls away from Moletta that keeps me attached to the edge of reality.
not hate her, but I feel resentment towards him because I was treated like a doll too delicate to be able to play, and because she wants to have fun, I was left there to gather dust.
was the first to be convinced of my impassive, my false pride, my cold and now I have a reason to lose weight: I see that my pain and suffering that she, feeling guilty. They are disgusting, and I'm ashamed. But thanks to her and to his resignation, will reach the first goal I set for myself.
Anyway, my life goes on. If all this was bound to happen, there a reason. And I know I benefit from this sorrow, yet another.
At times I cry for screwing up, for rejecting one of the few people who wanted to approach me. I remember the rare times that made me smile. He had also made a commitment to find my perfect guy. She likes to make comics, and I was included as a secondary character in a story. I still have my caricature of his drawings hung in the room.
The next day I think it is cowardly, cowardly, childish. You have chosen the easy road, wanted to have friends to laugh with normal, joke, say menate, go to the movies, to speak ill of other people, talking about television, talk about food. He rejected serious discussions, a relationship based on common values. The awareness of the fact that he was staying with me aquisito made her suffer too much, obviously. In conclusion, I can say that probably had to go so, I do not care to be with her, because it was given to shoot menate as I could. I know that you, as unfounded, it is not. But the case does not seem to help anyone if they are not even able to help myself.
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