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remember my adolescence as a time of permanent crisis. Everything was a drama out a grain you (and thank goodness I did not have many) help! to embadurnarte toothpaste. The reason is not, but was known by all that that made them disappear (it was not true.
Finally Friday, I leave the uniform and my God! I have nothing to wear. (The closet was full of models), tears, despair and a charitable grandmother ... and so on to infinity . fights with my mother, my sister, my father (who quite rightly refused point-blank to go out with me and my outfits).
The guy you like, or case. I want to die, the world ends, llorera, desesperaración ... But again .. one day step hormone regulated and the crisis had ended.
Well then now I feel like a new adolescence, I guess is called "midlife crisis" that you happens when one day you look in the mirror and think "where have been my last twenty years." With the difference that has already proven lloreras not solve anything. Now the adult are you and you alone have to meet all your crisis. When I was little I wanted to be older, thought they never had fear or doubt, and admired my mother, for example, because you do not mind going to practically punctures, not supposed to hurt. Come to think, I have not put back a shot since childhood and my children nor the place. Why put so much earlier? Did not we syrups or pills? Or my mother as my uncle was almost prefer that we play? I do not know .. I'll ask.
Well, if this "crisis" add a real crisis about my relationship with a close relative, the situation is complicated and I have most of the days feel like doing anything. Salvo, pastry cooking (which I do not eat because I do not like sweet): cakes, muffins, pastries, cakes, etc. My family starts complaining and consider that it's okay that I'm baiting, but ... is something that relaxes me, to think in grams, cooking times ... keeps me from thinking about other things.
I hope this crisis, such as adolescence are transient. Greetings to all and thank you very much at all / as of you who are worried about my silence.
remember my adolescence as a time of permanent crisis. Everything was a drama out a grain you (and thank goodness I did not have many) help! to embadurnarte toothpaste. The reason is not, but was known by all that that made them disappear (it was not true.
Finally Friday, I leave the uniform and my God! I have nothing to wear. (The closet was full of models), tears, despair and a charitable grandmother ... and so on to infinity . fights with my mother, my sister, my father (who quite rightly refused point-blank to go out with me and my outfits).
The guy you like, or case. I want to die, the world ends, llorera, desesperaración ... But again .. one day step hormone regulated and the crisis had ended.
Well then now I feel like a new adolescence, I guess is called "midlife crisis" that you happens when one day you look in the mirror and think "where have been my last twenty years." With the difference that has already proven lloreras not solve anything. Now the adult are you and you alone have to meet all your crisis. When I was little I wanted to be older, thought they never had fear or doubt, and admired my mother, for example, because you do not mind going to practically punctures, not supposed to hurt. Come to think, I have not put back a shot since childhood and my children nor the place. Why put so much earlier? Did not we syrups or pills? Or my mother as my uncle was almost prefer that we play? I do not know .. I'll ask.
Well, if this "crisis" add a real crisis about my relationship with a close relative, the situation is complicated and I have most of the days feel like doing anything. Salvo, pastry cooking (which I do not eat because I do not like sweet): cakes, muffins, pastries, cakes, etc. My family starts complaining and consider that it's okay that I'm baiting, but ... is something that relaxes me, to think in grams, cooking times ... keeps me from thinking about other things.
I hope this crisis, such as adolescence are transient. Greetings to all and thank you very much at all / as of you who are worried about my silence.
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