do not know if I hate, but treachery.
Father says useful things and more coordinated Mother.
Similarly, when I say I'll have to move, get out of my stupor, the only thing that comes to my mind is screaming, crying and poker faces. Because, of course ... How bad can it be that the girl has to pretend a little longer each day? No, bad is not going to do.
Jojo. What a mistake. And I'll need people. I do not want start all over again.
not want to go through the ordeal. I do not want insecure and did not want to get into a group where I am not welcome. I want my people. I want my friends. Those that I do well, they tell me they love me and give me a hug. Those. Those who throw me a rope to climb, those who help me.
And if I remove them, I removed my foundation.
And if a building (even a weak) take away its foundations, what is it? Only broken pipes and an empty structure, a housing descontracturar useless.
And I do not know what will. I will die of loneliness in a sea of people. Or I will invent a character who hugs me but his arms are mine.
do not know.
I do not know but it hurts. And tears in the heart and sore.
I will just do what I say, seeing people on the sly when you can, get less hugs I'm used to ... And those are few and of itself.
And if someone asks what I prefer to say their lives and not mine.
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