I I almost hate.
I have a capacity for dialogue that borders on zero, I never know what to say on important occasions, I have no charm, most of the time I feel stupid because I listened to my instinct, or rather because I did not. I have a hard time relating with other human beings, I say fuck a dog, talk like a longshoreman, not delicate, not mawkish, are not beautiful, are not cuddly, not "smell" like the other girls, do not I pretend to love, are moody, I've got the marks and woe betide anyone who touches me, I'm the cynical to survive even though in reality I do nothing but make me blowjobs because I have the mental viziaccio of shit to get attached to people.
I hate to hurt, but I can not help it when I see someone who takes a liking to me, and so removed him to avoid the worst, and I'm the bitch to be hated rather than be missed.
Why then would anyone still regret I did not understand.
In all of this is also the worst of the deluded, because despite everything I believe in love and a desperate desire to fall in love even though I can not for too long, and this led me to behave in an immodest.
So I know that I hate it on purpose, and that although I know you hate me, I love you.
Yes, I know it's a terrible misfortune.
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