A strange thing is ugly to say, but the reality is when you wake up in places that you hate where you have lost the peace, the desire to even take a walk, having been massacred by the insults of useless people who do not know what to do and insults, imposed a life where no one had ever thought of living is an empty life where there is no respect for you on your person, but only the deepest contempt pearl your person but give me the absolute hatred.
finger is certainty, not poison you so I know just how do as I say fobista people living in their fixations sick and insists, when there is a lot worse in life than something so trivial.
Ali gets broken in my case I lived a life thinking that everything that is wrong so I did not have more reactions, suggestions, want to do something at the slightest thing thinking about surrendering so much then I make fun of you tell me that you do not so today I broke the bear, actually a long time I do what I can only speak as I do not care that it is abnormal, I do not care that people tell me I can not drive alone drive at least I know that no one will criticize me "belonging the horn if you do not share that break fast "in the denied parking and who cares I have a life senne tax which is much worse.
I am simply myself straodiato, criticized, massacred by all, but I live in the illusion that something changes I introduce myself so I'm andrea abnormal for her because who knows what lies in my physical appearance of a few inches too much for her but I'm always a living being, shy, reserved, too polite, but also crazy, unusual for her or you, but I am all for that child even if I had to give up to be a 10-year survival.
Violence "the unknown because, unfortunately, perhaps today would be respected", even arrogance, malice well, you're nobody to somebody because you do not have these characteristics, but it's nothing I take refuge in my deep anguish, and even if it seems to be overwhelmed by all of them are still alive, unfortunately for you.
Desperation is another word that distinguishes me, because I set that to live a life where I was born and where they want to live, not to find work, could not go outside without the guilt of not having to leave the company Saturday night or any other day. The desperation to see only deep hatred for myself, because I was born, even by those who see me created deep mistrust "and much disapproval and consideration, always a child for them, always be what they are not in situations multiplicity and pretend that they are not a andrea. Despair can not take the suitcase and get out of this land and this house forever, despair of not having any friends who appreciate me for who I am and I do not ever make a compliment, always desperate to feel wrong to say that does not cry, do not sheets you have problems you invent, for clean, because the systems, because you brush, so why go out for a thousand examples to say that's not good at all of what I do. Write the only thing I do to communicate, even though I know no one will read because they are not talking about feel-good happiness because I've never known that word, but I know the reality is worse than you imagine.
Anger is another word that takes me always that I can not defend for whatever damn reason, anger to be born into this world, anger, guilt forever to be still alive because I would have preferred not to be born at least I would not have seen it all. Anger at not being appreciated, considered, especially in a positive way by someone nice. Anger live in absolute solitude to see that no one will think you look, he calls you, sends you a message, but I consider only if they needed anything, because rabies for others I always something wrong.
Want to disappear or be invisible to see what they would say to me, or what they would do if I was not there more girls hyper fool, but maybe it's better not to see him not knowing I would have thought it hurt "to see their happiness."
Farewell coming out very often a last wish, to end this suffering forever would be a grace not to wake up here, not seeing all the people who hurt me and hurt me a desire to end with me since I was a little cowardly for not even a lot for me Free at last to leave the place they Saputelli who know all the assholes in their disgusting that I ruined their lives every day to leave my life to them so as not to disturb any more illusion also this.
end of another useless monologue for all
Hyper Andrea fool
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