The Love is Perfect and Suicide

The life of us as teenagers is marked by the truth of our history; which is governed by each of those problems that arise throughout this especially if one takes it to be the unseen face of adversity they may cause. If they are not willing to be the same guy Enclosed and reserved or be a stranger who does not really know what sense has its existence; I really want to be that somebody else but my being prevents me be myself. As sometimes only it comes to mind that raw and real thought: Stay strong because my heart is crush and my life is a shit and I know that love is a bad and not happy; your love is my perfect destruction. I'm fine.

I'd like to be just a memory in empty minds to ever have come to this world twice; so I would be happy, that I repeat in my mind and in my being ever love me again hit so hard that my heart is clear from my soul that only the internal screams, cries quietly and tears are my confidants imaginary faithful. For as many say: 'Life is hard arrives; but that's just a figure of speech, because sometimes life makes descend to the deepest abyss filled with endless mazes with special end of those ending in joy for those people like me.If I the only person who really has to go to be happy, but in the grave.

Being depressed is so strong out of these problems that haunt you and build other even better. While being unhappy is to feel that love is your reward, until a person becomes indifferent in the sense that you never met and never knew his time; that's falling in love but of a psychotic.

Two years ago there was a boy who were indifferent and timid. Until he met a solution to the few problems we had; This output was a faithful companion, but silent screams filled with countless desperate solutions that emerged after being on the floor of her room and her bathroom with her legs covered with wounds and suicide arms as red as his heartbroken the stupid truth, happiness.That happiness crap cruel and driven by a violation or failed relationship and in turn preserve a hidden truth or a problem defined by a scale of 1-10 after physical and verbal bullying.The blades were my friends and faithful companions, because they were the only remedy for my life and my problems.It was just a guy with an incredible physical and mental ability that made me be a different guy; dropping down to what I say, I still am.

Having more than one past can be interesting and tempting; but is not it, because you lead to a principle of luxuries and toys, but each time they follow their course ever faster make you be different; until love and falling in love again always remember your history repeats. To our luck this story is sad and discouraging because it can not only be love and happiness; but carries around your neck and be that boring book in the distance, loneliness, sadness and happiness you gain some of those moments is separated to be together so heartbreaking and stupid for the chance to be happy.That is there at the moment that you know and you realize that it is not a desire for true love is something real and you can feel.Happiness and the past are sheets you can write your wishes and desires therefore are leaves that can be booted and throw it away for ever remember.

But luckily for us there are still feelings and emotions experienced around the body and make it beautiful, beautiful story again when you return again repressive and also a suicide and the best part is that there are no tears there in your eyes, but there is such a strong feeling that leads you to your greatest fear and weakness going to be a satisfaction to become a suicide note able to reveal even the most painful secret ever I counted.Finally is a need to be happy and leave behind all the information that strongly pity the heart.