Non ci posso fare molto;sui miei pensieri intendo. Li rinchiudo ogni giorno in una stanza nella mia mente. Ed è come se vivessi guardando continuamente quella porta, con la paura che si possa aprire da un momento all’altro. Così facendo non faccio altro che pensare alla porta mentre sorrido, mentre sopravvivo, mentre cammino nella mia vita.
Mi manca, non c’è molto da dire, mi manca, anche se la sua mancanza riesco a non sentirla drogandomi di realtà. Ma quando mi fermo è terribile, niente tiene chiusa quella door and overwhelm me with all his light on me wide open. I can not physically drive out all those images and that suffocating feeling of regret. I am aware of all the things you say in these circumstances, I know it will come for me and blah blah, but you know better than I can accept that when you love not to think of any other person. Can not do the toughest challenge to face every day is the refusal is' terrible rejection, so terrible that in the end you feel yourself a refusal to accept that he is not thinking of you, because he does not really care how it is going on your life, you just go ahead and dismissed, or are thinking of other evidence or does the idiot with beautiful girls, and sometimes please note that you've been there, but it is thought that inflates the ego of his conquests, not a lack. Not one of his sentiment is similar to yours, because you seem to stifle thinking about these things that he did not touch even remotely thought. He laughs, tranquil and satisfied, with a clear conscience for being sincere. And you who succumb to this and it looks like you can drown at any moment. You have to understand that for him, you're just a possession, a piece of land that has been achieved, and if it is just jealous because you are his property and will remember you only when someone threatens his possession. You Mary, does not care about nothing.
Based on the theory of fasi del dolore sono alla terza, ho già passato: Rifiuto, rabbia e ora rimpianto. Mi manca depressione(che in realtà ho vissuto per tutto il tempo) e accettazione.
Mi manca, non c’è molto da dire, mi manca, anche se la sua mancanza riesco a non sentirla drogandomi di realtà. Ma quando mi fermo è terribile, niente tiene chiusa quella door and overwhelm me with all his light on me wide open. I can not physically drive out all those images and that suffocating feeling of regret. I am aware of all the things you say in these circumstances, I know it will come for me and blah blah, but you know better than I can accept that when you love not to think of any other person. Can not do the toughest challenge to face every day is the refusal is' terrible rejection, so terrible that in the end you feel yourself a refusal to accept that he is not thinking of you, because he does not really care how it is going on your life, you just go ahead and dismissed, or are thinking of other evidence or does the idiot with beautiful girls, and sometimes please note that you've been there, but it is thought that inflates the ego of his conquests, not a lack. Not one of his sentiment is similar to yours, because you seem to stifle thinking about these things that he did not touch even remotely thought. He laughs, tranquil and satisfied, with a clear conscience for being sincere. And you who succumb to this and it looks like you can drown at any moment. You have to understand that for him, you're just a possession, a piece of land that has been achieved, and if it is just jealous because you are his property and will remember you only when someone threatens his possession. You Mary, does not care about nothing.
Based on the theory of fasi del dolore sono alla terza, ho già passato: Rifiuto, rabbia e ora rimpianto. Mi manca depressione(che in realtà ho vissuto per tutto il tempo) e accettazione.
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