hint of denial!
And I feel like when I was little blamed, wrapped in despair as when you get a slap in the face.
It was not big enough to change and grow inside? Maybe not, the men of the past are like that, do not change just because I'm never a time ... you do not know where to leave and come far, but it is always a good excuse.
once again have to give account of my life impegnta, independent and true ... how can I escape from the place where I grew up without a good or incitement, approval ...
It 's my duty, and while I'm always a step behind.
I want my life, a small house, a hole in the suburbs or city, but my hole with lots of color and love, together with the My love!
I want to live away from the disappointment of not doing what you expect, from fear of a scolding from feeling guilty for fear of doing an injustice to you that you gave me life! When they do not harm anyone, but most of me!
