I want to make a promise. It 's time to bring together thoughts and words. Because in the end, it's like a puzzle.
Even if the figure you are dialing is not the cover, the cuts also coincide.
So always keep in force, no matter what will come.
promise that this month will mark a turning point . Given that I like so much all that hurts me and I slowly empties, then why not get to the bottom? Fucking matter anymore.
Both the-fact this - and if life were intertwined. But usually should not be just what makes our wonderful to be?
yet infected by this strange chance, I go on basking in the same thoughts.
I'd like to know, what goes through my head? What prompts me to act veiled irrationality? And what works against my every effort? All my days turn always to the same uncomfortable conclusion.
I know that I could still turn the page and see all white, you can not forget.
but are of too proud to admit even to myself.
yesterday, looking in the mirror while I cried, almost not even recognize myself. The reason why I cried, it was always the same. Yet you, I weep for that.
And fuck, I'm only thirteen.
And now, it does not speak with even more No, the only person that I was close. Because now she wants to lose weight, "but does not intend make her his reason for living ".
The more weight I'm not understanding. I really want to write down everything I eat in a notebook, but I do not know where to put too much fear of discovery. My mother " not understand what he did to deserve this " but I'm more and more closed in non-speak.
I just need someone who can understand me.
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