and think that this Christmas would be the + of my life, but has proved an immense emotional disaster ... stranger in a place that is my time, and alone than ever ... I feel like tearing my heart. I can not express the pain, I can not get past ... I would go away but I can not ... verges on the drama ... rhetoric like a broken record, unknown to those who retained placenta in for nine months.
and think that would be my home more beautiful ...
think that I wanted to go leave my paradise because it was right, because I wanted my smile congiungesse with them and instead I do nothing but cry since yesterday.
I would just never be returned ... nn I miss
my world where I do not lie, I'm sad sometimes, but someone always asks me why ...
