using the disease and taking into account the fact that I had no strength to move a finger, catching up some time and the backlog is oglądnęłam Black Swan.
I feel sad. Very sad.
When the dreams that are the greatest desire to become a curse ...
have a deep deep wounds ... and after this film revived unwelcome, I suddenly remembered about my existence and now instead of sleep I think about all these thoughts of hurting, but I do not want.
Once again, I think that perfectionism is a disease. Just like getting lost in life without restraint.
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