I have a thousand doubts these days, I feel lost. Saturday I have an appointment with the psychiatrist and I do not know what to say, when I asked my mother to fix it was really bad, but I am going at times, sometimes I feel like I could live happily ever after, like other die like that time was saved. It is in those moments that take appointments with psychologists and psychiatrists, then when I see them is definitely a good day, one of those where you could not be happier, and therefore seems not only gets a dick to do and takes a little 'attention and told that she is sick even though it's fine.
Love makes very weak, frail and helpless.
If he told me he likes me I like him as I could be happy and contented for a week, although precipitation a meteorite on my house.
Oh well, amen.
I'll tell you what was said by the psychiatrist, hopefully good (bad we can not eh!).
I get there, this year I will get there.
A big kiss to all. 
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