Silence. Too many things left unsaid are they worth more than nothing to hide? Big question. Sometimes we do not simply control. The words fly then they would have never thought anything other than a form infertile.
Was I stupid? Probably. I thought was a good judge of human nature, and now I lost all my bearings. And salvation comes the need to continue to write, not get lost, to the point.
I was wrong. I go from that premise. And I'll try to understand why. You will help me, eh, do not think you just revel in the sad spectacle of my nagging melancholy!
So I am wrong. It is a certainty. Since when, I do not know, probably longer.
We'll work on temporality to start:
I was wrong for weeks, months, years. And the worst part is that I am aware. I never knew wrong to draw the line thing. I was wrong they have left an important place in my life I thought that only their opinion was able to underpin my little world. I am guilty of not saying no to want its cake and cabbage. I am guilty of leaving some situations bogged down until they explode. I am often unable to bear the consequences of the acts of others that I have caused. And the proof is certainly not assume that I know do not assume.
These things are a fact. I always been so, as far as I can remember. I am, despite myself, a kind of social chameleon, and these points ran my life without my beware, allowed me to avoid them.
This shows that time, it does not identify any. And if we try to see how accurate I am wrong now?
I wrong in not being able to see things or all white or all black, not to be in short Manichean. I was wrong not to give unconditionally due to feelings, and let my mind get carried away when spoken to feel. I was wrong to want make things happen, do not bear the idea that an opinion crystallizes, not wanting to compartmentalize my life.
But my biggest fault is probably letting their choice to hurt me, forgive me because they are so close, and not understand that others can not do.
I think the weather is wonderful. He is the only one to offer oblivion, to round the corners. But will we use the time to forget your password? That is why I am inclined to forgive quickly, that's why I readily admit I am guilty, I'm sorry, too, any sentence that I could generate. I apologize so not having found the words that you ought not to have been just a shelter, and have more pointed than measuring your faults because I thought it would make you get ahead in life.
So now, my dear little friends, you understand that I'm not necessarily very goal today, but I have a heavy heart. And it's not really up to you I dedicate these few lines, but the incredible unknown who made my life something infinitely sweeter and with whom we do not always agree.
In a nutshell: Forgive me.
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