Wards Ap Bio Lab 8 Help

Sfacciata, safe, perhaps too superficial. The girl has become a real bitch.
The answer is no, I do not go away, do not leave this place, I do not let myself. Among the dead worse, to abandon this space is located on the first posto.Sono safe here, I can be myself. Can I tell the truth and never having to say "I'm fine." I can talk freely. Regarding the fact that, even when I wake up some morning and I'm satisfied, I can feel that emptiness rows silently in my breast. I know it's there, waiting for something, anything, the smallest signal in my days to find a way that allows him to get out of my hand dark. Spreading from the chest to get to every corner and when it comes to the head ... I ended up with defenses destroyed, with no possibility of help. People do not understand it. It is not an overreaction, you lose a battle in a long war dark. So you basically do not win this war, are already so tired. I know that someday I will. It will not be a tragedy, my heart just decide it's time to stop pumping poison into the veins. That will be the day when people will know, once and for all, not the strong person that they think. It will be the day when people will know that every time he asked me how I was the best I could crop was lying. It will be the day when finally decide I've become too much off, too dull so I could raise, the day when I return I will be free from the darkness and the light that I missed so much. I can talk about that day here without anyone to call me crazy.
But we go beyond.
I would like to talk about it now, now that the wound is fresh and beautiful that I can feel the pain well, but at the same time I realize they are too fragile and confused, is the effect that the cold showers make me like this. This is the punishment for being rather superficial, for believing that it was all there, for treating him as oject. Liv Karma, Karma. Works only when it suits you, you know. Of course it has concocted a good plan this time. He started with a dream to be realized, and finished with a realizzato.Ma was wrong. It was a fucking child when he came here, there was time, there was plenty of time to this world and yet it's been years, years to live our lives without being attacked almost never noticed. And then here. Then two weeks before, hell, two weeks before he left for good, I started to feel something strong. And I think that he died from a lot behind. And I stupid, it's nice but who gives a fuck. Give me your soul because people see me as a useless bitch and I just can not go beyond the envelope, and then what do I do? The exact same thing? It was just bothering to respond to a "we" Liv, what the fuck! No really, I can not talk now. End in tears for him. C'avrei not have believed you.