S-C-R-E-A-M-!
hi. I'm so stressed out today, lately, I've been like that, I can badly bear myself...I need to disapear and quickly, I cannot take it any longer, my goodness, I'm gonna explode. It seems like everyone are building their own lives and I'm staying back, I'm being left back. Everybody seems to be so secure, so good, so...special....I don't to be special, I just don't want to. I'm not a saint, I'm a woman. I'm real. Je besoin d'amour , unfortunately. I wish I wouldn't, but I need the other one, need to be loved. So sad, cause I've just never been loved, never...And I already loved so many times that i start wondering whether I really loved. What's love? Je ne sais pas anymore. I'm confused as a teenager with her own body. My body does not confuse me, do not disturb me (just my health), but who I am really disturbs me, I mean, sometimes I wish I wasn't me, sometimes I wish I wasn't here, I wasn't a woman nor a ma