I'm tired of giving so much for wounds inflicted in return for carelessness and selfishness: all, family acquaintances, friends lovers, from me are free. There is no obligation and I've always tried not to weigh or weigh as little as possible. It does not matter if you never had when I'm sick or when I'm alone I cry because it's my natural state . And I must say, very often I also go so well: I have no ability to ask for help, showing me in trouble by giving my best star in the presence of someone else. When such cases occur incidentally is still a bit puzzled: I'm not used to the selfless gesture, I am surprised still full of emotion and a feeling of fullness that can barely rationalize.
other hand I always try to be there for the people in my life: always help, often in addition to my ability and am disappointed when I exclude someone from their own problem, by its own time of grief. Yet I understand, I understand the arguments of others, always. Even when I hurt, even when I hurt, past the moment of rage and anger, for me it's already closed the question remains being there for the other person, make him understand that despite everything I choose to above all else.
Yet not even the people closest to me understand why my i my moments of malaise, weakness, the my moments of discouragement, of absence: one would like that I was always higher, louder and louder, the rock to lean on, that sometimes has nowhere to rest.
E 'paradoxical as the deepest wounds I almost always come from people for whom I have put everything at stake, for which I would give everything immediately. Today one of the most important people in my life has done me wrong: I would maybe try a bit of hate but I feel like when the puppies take unjustly. I do not understand where I went wrong, I would be full of anger but in the end I just think we cry - take time, space, ways to deal with them, because people in my life I can not defolloware : I'm not ever been able to.
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