I said I tore, still do not understand why I'm still believing that, it gives other powers. I wish you had even power over me, that is. I think if you talk that way you are still an important part, or rather, I am an important part. Because if I remember correctly, that day it was I who destroyed, who broke away on the sidewalk of a road that could not be more horrendous. I said things deeper, more painful, the real. My Stuff. I said, seeking to rescue me from my own concept of "my" waiting for love, your love, help me understand my life. It was useless and very painful to see that you rejoice in my weakness, how gozabas in the not so shallow that your predictions about who I am come true before your eyes.
Your "friend" told me that you are selfish, inlcluso bad, until you concidero hammer. And I do not defended, or offended you. It was my turn to listen, I'm tired talking, and he had many things to say that interest me. Look at you from your history was like to look at myself from the television, so alien, so alienating. I realized that if I were, I would read the newspaper in your life, attend to your dreams and even more, I'd look out the window while you make love. I felt grateful to him for showing the world to you from the others, those who have lived without you tell them you love them, the ugly and twisted you do not want to accept.
