We will Bline.
The decision is made. Every time I think I get panic I have already repented and half a dozen times but ... but I always recognizing that out of here is the best thing that can happen.
Now we have to tell dad. Let's see how he reacts. My mother has them all along: "You'll see how is going to be your father."
Well, what is for me, that you as he pleases. If he had not been getting out of home for good, none of this had happened. But he goes to his ball. So now that nose complain.
I have already started to pack my things. I'll throw a good part of everything I've saved over the years. I think sometimes the objects tie us to the past so ... New Year, new life. The garbage truck will need plenty of extra space.
In another vein, I found a twitter message in which someone described as "immature." I froze. Immature. Then go ...
Why assume that I am? How to feel miserable all the things that have happened? Why be confused, disoriented and depressed? Why feel alone perhaps? I can not help that. And above all, do not think I should. Are my feelings. Immature
. Many people have constantly that word in the mouth. Described as immature to anyone who does not act according to what they consider to be right. But what is maturity? And above all is it a quality due to someone my age? To a teenager?
What is to be mature? Can be at sixteen? Does not it seem absurd to ask someone who has not met the seventeen act, think and speak as if he had forty?
I'm not an immature girl. I am a very young girl. A girl who has much to live, learn, understand. Someone who has many more questions than answers. Someone who feels unable to understand everything that happens. Someone still has to learn before we do that we call "mature."
I know that time will come. Meanwhile, only aspire to weather the storm without hurting ... or, rather, without hurting those around me.
What you think about?
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