two days will be on Sunday, two days and I will do 30 years. I keep thinking about it. I continue to seek the point in my life where the error was so great I can be found today as they are. I continue to seek the reason for my happiness is not constant. I keep trying but I can not Capri, find ... well, I found so many things, many behaviors, many moments where I had to say or do something else, I broke his head. And then I stop and wonder what all this brooding ... to anything ... because the substance of the facts does not change this ... I'm here, and no worse than many other people in this world. So why I can not accept me the way? To accept the fact that, if they are so dependent, not only by others who have left me many, too many wounds are not healed yet, but to me, that is a blockhead, stubborn not budge from the memories of things past and instead move forward? I continue to look for something that is not ... the happiness ... The will, desire, the desire ... but I know that you can not have it ... I should learn to be content? Oh, but are now already to the next step dell'accontentarmi ... now they are resigned ... and the worst ... because if I leave this "numbness" Emotionally, it will not arrive, nor happiness, nor the serenity, and even to be content, but simply remains alone. And it is the thing that makes me more afraid.
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