My beast:
I promised than I try my best, but is imposible, every day, I try my beast, to be my best self, but, no one understand what I try, I try to be my best, my capacity for understand the people, the people than I "love", but nothing is posible, no one understand me, just I want a hug and one kiss in my front as I was a child, who needed to be loved, but, no one understand, I need some feeling's people, I need to be loved, but no one understand, really, I now that I'm the problem, for this I went in Ireland, because I don't needed a change in my live, I needed find someone who loved me, but was imposible.
I always was the person who always was smiling, everybody was thinking that I was happy, why? Just because I was smiling? I just smile because I think that the people have many problems, and don't need to thinking about a problem than not is from they, I just smile for the people because I feel that they need to think in someone happy, but this effect, just cause that no one worry for myself, but I need a hug too, I think that I hold a lot of things in this world, all this things just are a deferents situations than cause problems to my selfie, my sexual abuse, my TCA, my problems with my personality, my problems for to be loved, I never show to the people how I felt, because I was thinking that I can pass all my problems, but in this moment, I really consider that I can't, but no one cares, no one cares how I feel, I said in diferents situations to my family, to my friends, what I was thinking, but they just said that I have this problem because I'm a cold person, they said that all the things that I thinks, just are a stupids thinkings that I felt or feel, what I need to do? go again to Ireland and never show nothing about me? Because when I was there, they make me feel that they needed me, and now, is just the same again, no one's care to me, no one think that my live is difficult, I lost friends, people who always I loved and I love, people who I was listening and try to help just for look they that they are fine, but nowadays , this don't care, because all they, leave me when I needed, and just a needed that they come to me and say me that they love me, I now that it's a proces, a proces that's begging when we are growing up, but I never imagine that they forgot me really fast, im not necessary, I know, but what I need to do for to be loved?
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Diario
Teen FictionVoy a escribir un diario de cómo me siento en estos momentos, lo intentaré hacer en inglés, mi inglés no es bueno pero lo quiero intentar, últimamente no estoy en mi mejor mood pero necesito desahogarme de alguna manera, por eso escribo aquí, me da...
