I am convinced that at moments of extreme vulnerability there is nothing you can do. I say that because I am particularly affected by not surprise me with what is happening around me and that brings me ademása say with all certainty that I am definitely full and extremely naive dreamer, I still believe that my utopian world is possible and well, that's a fatty error.
I'm tired of being the idiot who still thinks of others as naively believe that those others think it demoralizes me hard every time I encounter something that breaks my heart to pieces.
However, I must be honest too, where a door closes a window opens.ar without remorse that I forget to "x" or "and" want to think about myself and less on others "Will Johnny feels good" "What will Panchita's life "... I wish that I care a damn, because I want to focus on those who exist and are real, who are there through thick and thin, in whom I seek only when they feel bad and then leave, while I naively think I can count on them.
Anyway ... I want new life that allow me to find the tranquility full that I'm longing for a long ...
