• Do you understand that you have to overcome the complex?

-. It's not a complex, for God's sake, get it

• If it is a complex, you now imagine this situation: you do something for a French public, after a while they review; and of course they were going to heat up! the whole Spanish public was there

-. stop talking like an old man, you don't understand me and you flash that you can control the distorted thinking according to you

• Old people are wise, calm down, I understand you, you do not understand the point of view of others

-. but it has nothing to do with a French or Spanish public, you cannot control what I think

• I don't, I'm sitting next to your bed talking as if I were your psychologist, don't you think that talking to me helps more than denying that it is a complex?

-. no no and no! shut up, it's not a complex, you admit it, say it!

• You are the same as always, we have known each other since you were 4, I know you and you know me, we should have known that neither was going to accept what the other said

-. The only one who doesn't listen to me is you, you don't understand, no matter how much I speak to you, do I speak in Mandarin Chinese? - he yelled

he turned to see the individual to look at him with all his fury loaded in his eyes, but there was no chair, there was no person, sometimes he forgot that he was an imaginary friend, he sighed and went to bed again, he wanted him to exist, he wanted to actually talk to him.

hi sweeties1!1!!!!1!!!1
how yall doing????? i just wanna tell something, nobody gonna cares but... IS MY 7 MONTH WITHOUT SELF HARMMMMM I'M SO HAPPY
so......................... i want to yall see what i do: write

I still remember that tulip, it had blossomed on the train tracks that went to a couple of stations, not much, but it had a way. The train was not frequent, and when one day I wanted to see the sunset, the flower was not, where? where were you? because you left? Nobody had paid attention to it, it blossomed alone, the poor abandoned tulip that nobody rescued, then one day, when not everyone was lamenting, only some passengers who looked with painful eyes, which were rather a "what is going to be done".
So in the same place of the tulip, try to grow there, so every morning and afternoon, I would remember that shimmering flower with the sunlight and the dew drops from the night before that would evaporate, it would even be, just a "maybe" that it crossed my mind ... that plant was born there? or did you decide momentarily a view where to stay to watch the sunset? no one saw her, no one took her out, they just passed by and following a course with a fixed gaze and a poorly fitted chinstrap, they let her survive the gloom of a candle.

love u yall! take care from urself <3333