have long felt the desire and the need for a new blog. I care not for some time more, I think they are years. A few months ago, in fact, I've created a ... The point is that, after completion of a graphic, I found myself speechless. And not that I had in mind something stops me. So more or less exactly what now. The requirements which lead me to create this space, perhaps, are the same as then, the same, among other things that I felt at fifteen, eighteen, twenty years. This time, however, outweigh the needs never heard before, freedom and authenticity. I think it's inevitable, then, that this new bog is anonymous, my first anonymous space in which to confront and tell me bluntly and without any inhibitions whatsoever.
I hope this is in fact a very small step towards the freedom that I try too eager, at this time. Not that the steps in this direction has not done lately. Since the decision to terminate the relationship with the former, after 4 (according to him, happy) years. That at my age are so many, in this case, next to the wrong person, I mean, too. It just made the choice, the very moment that I communicated it to him and force him to take note I am a bitch, but I felt relieved. I've heard so much air around me, that in the deepest breath I temto faint, and while there he was in despair and wondering opportunity. Yes, because at the end of the story, the parties are exchanged: I Bitch with a capital S, that without a shred of heart leaves him on a roadside, in a very difficult period of his life, and he, the soft puppy It is unfortunate that you see tearing away in an instant, like a cold shower, the woman of his life, his Angel. Yes, because after you get off my self-esteem until the soles of shoes, and forced her to dig a tunnel on its own deep well in order to continue free fall, now when I am finally decided to throw away all hope Red Cross cap and by now has run realized that will never exist on Earth Women's better than me. And Sticazzi! There could, I admit, made me feel a merdaccia seriously, but then, little by little, I could (maybe not at all), to chase away the guilt, nagging and uncomfortable as a pebble in my Again, wonderful shoes!
And I'm happy to say that I really feel reborn, now, almost every day is a new discovery. I have so much energy in that sometimes I seem to be able to break out, I almost feel like not being able to contain it all, and I need to scream. I wonder how riuscto, he, in a choke me all this time. As I have been able to afford it, as has been possible to clip the wings: This is the only trace of guilt that remains, that of myself, because I was not able to respect me and respect me. But now I found the will to do, to plan, I need to channel all this energy into something constructive, and more. It seems to me to be back to my 18 years, where entire closets were not enough to hold all my dreams ...
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