I drive punished. When nobody did, I think of that. Because it seemed right, because I did not remember how much it hurt.
But the sense of nausea and dizziness are back, just like the other night when I left, leaving my friend from my scopoamico. The discomfort I had anticipated, because I knew it would happen, was in the air that would happen.
It took me two and a half days to recover, some 71 hours of sleep and waking moment with excruciating cramps.
seemed past, but now that you tell me what happened, I know that will not go again.
I think that I wanted: as I have done much worse for two times, twice in my life? Because I wanted to hurt me until hate my best friends?
What kind of person am I that I care at all, at all times to distribute the good in my hands full?
E 'Could it be that my balance is made all the time of good deeds and uber rare and lowly escapades?
I really need to flesh out, remember what it means to be loved and not only appreciated, valued and desired. Everything, all together again with a little more.
I do not love him and love him ever, I want a lot of good and is a person who after six years, it seems unthinkable to lose. Yet, despite being just that, and not the man with whom I would stay for the rest of my life, but that there is - as was with V. and M. -, give it to my friend busty hurt me deep inside, where everything was swelling from time immemorial.
I'm just wondering, hopefully, if this is not enough to make me continue to make things worse with them. Maybe with M. it's too late, but with V. We're building a future, we will end up re-living together in a month, he tells me everything, even when the pilot calls it tells me so.
and I suffer, we suffer because there are too jealous.
And I, what we gain in this? Occasionally to be treated as a whore by a helpless and a heap of ego?
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