Wanting a person takes time, mind and especially demand spaces of your heart.
there are times when you feel the world comes at you and I feel like a noodle soup that is going to eat, completely soaked and floating, floating in a sea of illusions that do not know if they are real or true, my mind draws things and makes and takes a different consciousness experiences that real life does not have marked the history, everything is an illusion and live well, should not happen this confuses my fragile mind and makes me feel lost in a lot of ants, now I wonder if my attempts at writing are good.
everything I do I do for you is absurd but these days I love you, these hard times make me feel more alone than normal and I can not so I devilita, hours absorb me the soul is not here AHUN because you have not been created for me or not I meet you, thinking that will appear live there someday, I do not believe you're near me and I have not noticed because I give the Back to the list of those I know and no one is like what I want and what makes me happy, I feel totally misunderstood in a world of questions have been answered, everyone looks at me trying to find an explanation because apparently born for no other reason for being, as a rare thing that was placed by accident, I live the constant doubt think I am here, why? I do not understand AHUN with 16 a; you that I have and should understand that a shame, because there are bad things but I never I found out that my 'replies there and it satisfies my mind but not my heart, everyone wonders what smokers to write all these things, but the truth is that remoridmiento attack me and when I can not talk about the art of writing becomes the same form of expression of my soul and my heart, it makes me feel confused and sad, it is possible to pass these things I may be some people we are made to suffer simply do not believe it, all deserve be happy ..
melancholy and sadness attack me and this again is to become a tornado of feelings without logical explanation, sometimes I think I better not write and should leave debri to stun people with my silly thoughts but Nobody seems to me and this and I do not care.
annie.
(excuse spelling if there qe)
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