I'm perpetually brinking in front of my precipice, then doing a step back, then being pushed ahead, again and again.
I pretty hate this, but on the other hand this is the unique way I can be satisfied by my writing, so whatever, I'll keep holding on.
I love the tragedy. Of course.
I love being heart broken.
I love feeling myself safe, expecially when I know it won't last long.
I love to stand up everytime, after every fall.
I love every scar I bear.
I love how I feel when I'm alone with my cats.
I love the company of very few good friends.
Ask, ask ask!
...For God's sake, I haven't all the day! I'm here to share with ACTIVE people, I'm not a shop window! If you are interested, ASK. Expose yourself. TALK. COMMUNICATE.
My door is always open, expecially because I find difficult to throw out of my home someone, when the door is closed.