When a person believes that the world is wrong is judged without even being able to say or ask for a small opportunity to prove, that is not bad. Being condemned immediately by others who fear that person, who fear that their poor and colorful "semi-perfect" reality will fall before their eyes.
A person does not choose their madness. He does not choose to behave for life, no, he does not do it, he only accepts it because everyone has it, but no one supports it for fear, fear, fear of being rejected, fear of consequences, fear, to be told.
People do not know the true meaning of love, of fidelity or affection a simple story that more than anything of the terror to count, that possibly perhaps by nuca by but bad that you felt serious able to make these decisions and much less being in that sense so lost.
The pain, the agony of fear provoke madness and that madness sometimes corrupts you. I'll ask a little Do you know what madness is? Have you felt the pain of your soul? Do you know what it feels like to have someone else own your body and move it to your will? Would you be able to free yourself from those chains that bind your freedom, your heart, even if it requires reaching the ultimate consequences?
These questions are essential in this one that perhaps it is only a history of the pile but ask them yourself trying to find an answer to what may not have it for you.
"You're unbearable!" He kicks her with utter contempt. "Please tell me where I'm wrong, causing you discomfort was not my intention," she said crying, causing him to hit her against the ground again. "Do you think you can live with good intentions? Didn't you have all the time you wanted to change and learn? You still dare to ask for more!" He yells at her with hatred, he blamed her for being the one will cause a woman to be beaten; He didn't want to be that kind of man. However, what he lived with her caused him to bring out what he hated the most about himself from within. -Forget it love- said a woman who was next to her- it's not worth it- this dog was supposed to be her friend, she was supposed to support her just like she did; however he managed so that he and she hated each other and thus be able to steal it. The woman on the floor does not know how much she was framed and harmed by her naivety, nor did she know that this was the beginning of her misfortunes. Because of that woman she did not stop suffering, wherever she went she suffered verbal or physical abuse and everything was orchestrated by this woman; she didn't know until she was about to faint. "Why?" She asked this unarmed woman without knowing why she hated him so much. She never did anything to hurt him. She just laughed viciously without answering him, she didn't have to waste her time with an insect; leaving La to die imprisoned in the house where she was kidnapped. "Answer me!" She got up from her bed screaming "Eh? This looks like my room; Did I reincarnate myself in the past?" She ran to the bathroom just to see that her assumption was correct. She thanked the heavens for this second chance by promising that she wouldn't be fooled a second time.