I was not a happy girl. I have no excuses for not having been divorced parents habemos many and the truth is that my parents loved me very much in the only way they knew how to love. I missed the toys, but never seemed enough to recognize most of which were thought to deserve and definitely far more than my parents thought they could afford. Neither friends nor I missed the gardens or pets or hide and seek or bring. But the truth is that I was not a happy girl. I cried a lot and all anguish, death, God, the poor, the war, the end of the world, ghosts, something bad will happen to my family, who run over my dog, which lost me barbie my favorite, I say whining, everything. In adolescence
left to mourn and turned many friends and extroverted, out every day with everyone and I adopted an attitude valemadrista to anything that did not include the opposite sex. I had many boyfriends, smoking and my friends said it was really cool (so they said, cool) . My parents, relieved I guess, let me be at ease. I went to every party and every meeting, I never said no to anything. I had clothes and records I wanted and even those who did not want. My friends it is happening in my house all afternoon and stayed to sleep on the weekends, the most handsome in all I wanted was boyfriend and also at school always got tens and diplomas. However, I was not happy. I never said, but when I was alone in my room gave me a huge desire to mourn (but not crying) and turned his anguish to eat the belly. Then grab the phone and dialed a number from memory. Before answering me and was smiling with his throat clear.
When I went to college my mom helped me move, I bought things for my new house and spent a weekend cleaning and unpacking me. I was eighteen and I was an adult. In Guanajuato I experienced the complete package. I got drunk, I lost my weight, I not having slept a class of eight, went hungry, I made a fool of myself many times, I stole a car, made friends, some passengers and others forever, I had no place to live a couple of times, I lay awake doing work with a beer in hand, abuse red bull, I graduated. The whole college experience. And yes, I was not happy.
Now I get up at seven in the morning to go to work and they get home after six if traffic allows me, ah, and never bring a weight supuestÃsimo. More than a month ago I'm not going to a party, let alone a beer. I have friends (very few) who prefer to go for a coffee, a movie or walk a time and fall asleep early. I'm in love (very much) and for the first time there is no drama or fights or shouting or tears. You could say that my life is as boring but, although I myself know exactly how it happened, I am a woman very happy. The most.
left to mourn and turned many friends and extroverted, out every day with everyone and I adopted an attitude valemadrista to anything that did not include the opposite sex. I had many boyfriends, smoking and my friends said it was really cool (so they said, cool) . My parents, relieved I guess, let me be at ease. I went to every party and every meeting, I never said no to anything. I had clothes and records I wanted and even those who did not want. My friends it is happening in my house all afternoon and stayed to sleep on the weekends, the most handsome in all I wanted was boyfriend and also at school always got tens and diplomas. However, I was not happy. I never said, but when I was alone in my room gave me a huge desire to mourn (but not crying) and turned his anguish to eat the belly. Then grab the phone and dialed a number from memory. Before answering me and was smiling with his throat clear.
When I went to college my mom helped me move, I bought things for my new house and spent a weekend cleaning and unpacking me. I was eighteen and I was an adult. In Guanajuato I experienced the complete package. I got drunk, I lost my weight, I not having slept a class of eight, went hungry, I made a fool of myself many times, I stole a car, made friends, some passengers and others forever, I had no place to live a couple of times, I lay awake doing work with a beer in hand, abuse red bull, I graduated. The whole college experience. And yes, I was not happy.
Now I get up at seven in the morning to go to work and they get home after six if traffic allows me, ah, and never bring a weight supuestÃsimo. More than a month ago I'm not going to a party, let alone a beer. I have friends (very few) who prefer to go for a coffee, a movie or walk a time and fall asleep early. I'm in love (very much) and for the first time there is no drama or fights or shouting or tears. You could say that my life is as boring but, although I myself know exactly how it happened, I am a woman very happy. The most.
(Yeah, my hair is no longer either long or red and no or little strange.)
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