I live a state of perpetual anxiety and inner turmoil ....
I am always looking, fierce but unsuccessful, something, fun, excitement, thrills, satisfaction, feelings of true .... there is the famous hole in that devours me, draws us to himself all or almost , the latent melancholy that does not leave me in peace, yet it is not so, I know! I know that is not true and I can see from the outside who knows it is not so ...
A job that some say grudge in several freelance (cited Siren), friends galore, which very carefully on my part, I stay away .... bad! alas I do not believe in friendship even more ....
A friend of mine told me that I was living in a time of death and resurrection of my soul, I was past the point of maturity, without the aid of marriages, wives, children and so on ....
Well I do not know ...
I say that a person who lives 100 miles from me, just warms my heart to hear her speak ... maybe I understand more than anyone else, despite saying it is wrong, I smile because sometimes he is right to sell ....
I say that to hear someone close to themselves I do not think it means to love ...
I say to change airlines, change the people you pass out or because the weather is good but the novelty is attractive because the bonds are demeaning surface ...
I say that content is so unedifying, but I also believe that sooner or later I'll have to do it ....
not express what I'm saying that is falling apart inside and damaging more than hypocritical .....
CIA ....
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