Sometimes people say and do really bad things that hurt us a lot. And often, we can not do anything about it.
Today my mother asked me to bring something from the nearby, a girl that she loves and to which he literally takes a lot more good than me, I'm not kidding.
I hesitated to bring this thing hath been angry and she told me so much of the bad things so bad, so strong, that made me realize how little he loves me.
does not say to a person you love, a son, who is a murderess.
Because she shouted me this, which are a killer.
Who, though it is not known.
accused of not telling me anything, not knowing anything about me, not ever tell her my problems. But how could I?
How do you trust with you by the assassination?
It 's a very sad thing that makes me very unhappy.
A friend suggested I talk to her and I, foolishly, I thought I could do it. But she cried even harder on him, did not want to listen to me, told me that I have humanity and other such things.
I wonder why she hates me so much.
What is all this evil that I do.
I would not have to cry again for the same reasons.
I want to hold me, like the mothers of advertising, tell me who loves me for who I am, without hesitation, without necessarily having to be condescending.
Nor did his daughter, right?
Today my mother asked me to bring something from the nearby, a girl that she loves and to which he literally takes a lot more good than me, I'm not kidding.
I hesitated to bring this thing hath been angry and she told me so much of the bad things so bad, so strong, that made me realize how little he loves me.
does not say to a person you love, a son, who is a murderess.
Because she shouted me this, which are a killer.
Who, though it is not known.
accused of not telling me anything, not knowing anything about me, not ever tell her my problems. But how could I?
How do you trust with you by the assassination?
It 's a very sad thing that makes me very unhappy.
A friend suggested I talk to her and I, foolishly, I thought I could do it. But she cried even harder on him, did not want to listen to me, told me that I have humanity and other such things.
I wonder why she hates me so much.
What is all this evil that I do.
I would not have to cry again for the same reasons.
I want to hold me, like the mothers of advertising, tell me who loves me for who I am, without hesitation, without necessarily having to be condescending.
Nor did his daughter, right?