It does not matter whether they are compulsory or not. Nobody knows anything better than me. Yes I do. If the place is there, the poop can walk to the one who will never end.
The imagination and externality of space according to some perfectionists. Yeah, ungrateful. She doesn't know what's going on, and you're going straight. There is nothing I can do: Either does not please happiness, or I cannot find peace.
Being emotional is not choice, but temperament is in this direction. And it never happened and never stopped being realistic.
I'm going after the colorful lines flying on the horizon. I thought about the balloon: I would blow the balloon with a small balloon, I would keep it next to my bed and it would be nice to have the happiness of flying by balloon. But in the mornings, I cry, hit the balloon, and lost my ability to fly. My favorite toy is not cut in front of my favorite toys.
I would run again, buy a new balloon, and I didn't feel alone despite the bile stage, but I wished the other side a wish; Maybe he won't go out and swim in the water.
So, what changed after all these years? Objections, images and wishes, but I'm still the same. There is nothing I can do: small happiness and small, uncertain problems.
Everyone's problem, idea, sorrow. So everyone could not understand him. I don't have a problem or a problem. But I still want to be understood and supported.