Not for that already it does not want to do it, but really I am fatigued of certain things, which have become a vice in my life.
Certain habits that are difficult to stop and that as any vice damages... Already I do not want to be like that. This part of my me to sabotaged so often, short moments of satisfaction for long hours of discomfort...
When, when, when?
If he kisses me, if he touch, if he, looks at me and wake up between her arms does not he mean anything?
It is very circumstantial, but not for it I can stop feeling.
But that sucker I am
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