do not know why I'm so fickle. One day up and one down. And I can even change one day a matter of a moment and chas!
hate to be so, and what I hate most is that necessity compels me to tell someone. I can not fix my problems without deflation somewhere, and I do not like. Also not even know what to say when people ask me what's wrong with me ... not only want to mourn, I just feel bad ... I can find several reasons why there are obviously things that I love in my life. But no, I think they are just the seeds that adorn the bun inchado of feelings I am. Would have to be happy with what I have and be all right, throw me in the plan to mourn asshole. And let alone anyone weep over. Nobody is for that, nobody has to endure these things. I do not want aguantármelas myself. And the more I get most stupid idiot I am, a little feedback given to me.
Anyway I still do not understand, one day I'm happy, active, wanting everything ... and the next I do not want to leave the room and crying ... Well, yes, there is often a trigger for both. But it's amazing what one that is happiness, what it takes to flourish in all its glory. Yet the sadness is like Pandora's box, all you need there will be little to keep an eye and before you know it has escaped all calamities.
I do not like feeling disconnected from everything I'd like a good time, or wanting to flee because experience has shown that so little is done ... I am a woman exaggerated guess, if I'm happy I'm very happy, and when that goes down ... always right to do so on a minefield.
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