Mayday
Houston we have a problem. A big problem ... I'm regressing back to adolescence. I always happens: when I'm interested in someone, I regress. My brain is short circuit and start thinking like that of a fourteen year old. The fact is that if it were something real, maybe it would be normal. And I intend to go out with someone for real, know, understand that you like and start acting like a crazy drunk on the fumes of falling. But this is not about that. Here we speak only of my usual seem to mind. I just have very little, a glance, an unexpected kindness: my neurons go to jelly and began to build the palace of Versailles in the air. Will think that someone is a way to escape ...
But this thing just does not suit me because I always end up being disappointed, as the party line I do not miss a smear. Recently I was also able to maintain a certain self-restraint, but continued to fantasize realize very well that it was only dreams of passengers. But now I'm afraid of falling again. Cabbage, cauliflower, cabbage ... And as always I see a little boy, I know even less and that if I go well, consider me a friend. Also add that he is younger, we do not have an oyster in common and I never able to deepen mutual understanding. Here, of course ... I'm doing the same things that I asked for medium. Any sane person would have already made an appointment to the psychologist. But I do not, I persist in my syndrome "romantic heroine".
It 's a thing that lives only in my head and I realize once and for all. Well, this is perhaps la frase giusta. Da ripetere come un mantra.
Perchè mi hanno fatta così male? Continuo a chiedermelo e ancora non riesco a trovare risposta.
I gotta check into rehab
'Cause baby, you're my disease
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