A very unpleasant emotion is filled with my whole body, is it really tired? Really tired? I don't know, some problems have originally don't think too much in my opinion, because there is always some problem that there is no answer or the answer is not a husband, I can understand it, so thinking is also useless. Now I am depressed, but I want to think about my trauma in thinking. Maybe "thinking" is not accurate, "the fancy" is better, and the customary says - to make yourself cool. About my future. When I think this, I started to panic. I really dared to face it, perhaps, I lost my confidence, and that once is my last pride. For the future, the number of times in my mind has become less and less, I feel very fast, it will be nearly 0. This is very sad. Perhaps confident people are not necessarily successful, but a person who lost confidence is destined to succeed. . . Living in my opinion has become extremely distorted, abnormal bleak. Many times I prefer to take an observer's identity to investigate the world's affairs, not participants, this is outside, this is probably the crown emperor's escape. You see, even if you think it seems to save me now. Originally, I want to use an emotionally to motivate it, but now it is getting more and more depressed. 50 years of life, just a dream. I have to admit that I am just a child, not so strong. I also need the venting of the feelings, need to care for others. I think of this, I am more unenregious, this is equal to admitting yourself who is unwilling, and even afraid of loneliness.
Perhaps, people themselves are an individual that is unsatisfactory. Fear of loneliness, loneliness. Sad, sad, sad, I will swallow you in an instant, let you think that it is self-esteem instant,
Still don't point it.
Give me a no one corner allows me to play pain, when I wiped tears, a lady shining, the most beloved girl gave me a kiss from afar, telling me that the sun is still brilliant tomorrow, and brilliant life. . .
All possible? Or I will only hide a fantasy in my heart. The answer is unknown. . .
