The biggest problem I think is that I can not davere any kind of interest to anyone else. I get nervous, I am pissed. Why would I want to talk to you and you are not there. Why would I want to have sex, but you're not there. Why would I want to wake up and find someone close that you could not that be you. Because I tried to pretend that these things might not be true. So I've got tried to wake me up with someone else, without even having done absolutely nothing. And so I was already sick. It made me feel so bad that I am in bed for two days, I go out alone at night for no longer than half an hour. I'm waiting here at home who knows what without being able to lighten the heart, lungs, brain and feet.
We were on the balcony in 3 the other night. And I was convinced you were beside me, I was convinced there because if not I would not have been able to stay.
It is not anyone's fault, I'm sorry as hell to be ignoring all that my roommate is convinced that angry with her. I've got with him, but in my sick brain rather than hate him, hate everyone else just because I'm not him. I have the lower abdomen it hurts, self-esteem under foot, as all right to insult me \u200b\u200blike I'm acting.
E 'that are trapped between reality and the absurd belief that your presence there.
are trapped and do not know how to get out. I can not bear being humiliated yet again by you, waiting for more in your home to come back from who knows where who knows what time. I've done it several times, and I know how it hurts. Yet to pretend that nothing is killing me.
An hour ago is not so much that I bought the cocaine. I? I.
not sleep, they are reduced to a rag, work sucks and fight with everyone.
might as well just humiliate me with you then, right?
do not know. I do not know really di quale morte morire.
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