But he is afraid of suffering.
I've never been good at carrying out of relationships, of friendship and love. I've never been good at this. Maybe because I never nothing to offer to others. I have nothing. are empty.
And I want to change me because I know that I'm not right. I'm a wreck and I have to be changed, adjusted. Why then the others do not know what to do with me, the 'atypical , how to behave. And this makes me sick, because I would be easy, I would, really. But how do you change?
Many say that love is built step by step, brick by brick, a little 'me and a bit' of the other. But I do not believe it. I do not think that love is built. If there is there from the start, or maybe after some time, as if something or someone suddenly opened the windows of our minds. The air coming in, life, colors, flowers.
And there are silences those who would become an explosion. I hear them in and I gnaw the heart. Why I want to talk but I have nothing to say. Why are empty. So better not to ruin the lives of other people with the endless lack of values \u200b\u200band feelings that lives through me. Better to leave.
confined in a room, in bed.
A bed is not think, could only dream of.
Where is the much-vaunted love? I've never seen. You sure?
I have this heart that wants love and is not capable, he's afraid of suffering.
Love is a mental illness.
It must heal.
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