Well, if I was ever able to tell all insulting Mexican soap operas including "in this way.
If I even told a love that I thought impossible, and that took me until today,
If I have released plummet against all, and if that's what I've done all my life ... I do not see why not, why not do the same again but this time against the worst war, the worst monster to me touched to see the face.
And I recognize that is what has stopped me mentally against any attempt to create, because every time I try to write something I get something about this, and I'm too shy to refer to the subject, and it is strange that the only issue against which I blush, perhaps because it is such things that one does not confess so seriously. I discussed this in jest, that I've ever laughed with a couple of friends and the times I've talked seriously was crying on the shoulder of the poor being who has played the Bank all this shit in my life. But I have never written about this in my blog, ie I've never told myself.
'm bulimic.
And they are lies all this nonsense go on the internet. Do not use a blue wristband, and we believe princesses or anything like that, and we are happy to live with this, I at least am not happy with this shit, is this maze alive for ten years and the truth is that just me destroyed life. I'm bulimic and bulimia is a mental illness that brings with it many other mental illnesses and other physical consequences ... I fucked up my body I have punished and worn for ten years, I've tortured physically and mentally to madness ... and still do not know if I'm recovered, it is not yet know if this wea is hopeless or perhaps half empepada have to live forever.
But here I am, standing still and at least me and I told myself and it does not hurt so much ...
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