maybe now this blog no longer makes sense, so why not read anyone. Even those who, until recently, commenting, anonymous, my 'mental Paturnie'.
or perhaps now makes sense because it returns to its original meaning back to be 'my corner' my space where I can take refuge and where I can write, anonymously, as always, what I think, want, want and feel.
there is so much sadness, melancholy, disappointment, anger, bitterness. Why?!? pity that I can not even write it. but now I think only of defending myself. This time, however, unlike in the past, I lock myself in me. I remain silent, motionless, not listening, but I feel, and try to slide around. But all does not slip, especially when there are deep scratches scratches ... inevitabilemnte heal with time, but will leave a furrow.
words too screamed, yelled, slammed in your face worse than the worst and cruel reality.
while I try to lick my wounds trying to raise a wall of indifference, but I'm the first to fight against them. and another blow hurts.
everything goes, life goes on, but I do not feel like anything, I go to work only because I, too respect the work and who gave me a great opportunity to disappoint; nn me to go out, but I have to because they are walls 4 too narrow, and the apathy comes over me.
mah ... one of these days, playing under, I'll have to find a remedy ... a bad call for desperate measures .... Meanwhile, a tear line salted my face and my smile dims that I can not remember how done.
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