With all my craziness, my mood swings, my temper in the morning, with all my concerns, my times hysterical, even when the day is approaching zero and I'm a bad tears.
Even though I have mood to go out, see my friends or when I have desires to be alone on the couch listening to music that makes me mourn. Perhaps remembering thinking .... maybe even so
When I am intense and passionate when I fight my battles, when I cry because I cry because I win or lose, even so ....
The asking advice and eventually does what he wants, of which not accept an answer without explaining why. While not afraid to say what I feel and sometimes branded as insensitive or very direct, even so ....
's not pretty but is considered capable of winning, which enjoys more memory than the saddest thing was the story left me beautiful memories, emotions or feelings that were valid at the time .
Yet many virtues and many faults I myself am still dreaming, addicted to live, to feel .... I'm addicted to these absurd feelings and these crazy ideas ..
I can not remember how many times I hurt, how many times I thought I could get up again, how many times I cried for love .. and yet I dare to feel again and be happy
Still there are people who love and value me as I am .....
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