you know? I know I'm not a perfect woman or close to it. That is, I'm not thin, I'm not beautiful, do not shine, I tend to be annoying, capricious, crafty ... Perfect at all, next. But, you know? Nobody is perfect out there. We are all normal people with some attributes and other defects, no one deserves heaven ... Nor hell. And since we're all on the same line, in the same limbo of decisions feel we deserve respect, deserve to feel more each day, we deserve peace, and conflict, deserve dignity.
It's like we're all wrong, all depressed, anxious, wanting to mourn or cry and send everyone and everything to hell. Without us Idiots, throw your stone and look into my eyes not lie and say I have not felt well at least once ... Well, we're not alone. I think if we're all wrong, how cagarnos serving more? if there is more where fall to the ground if deepened, why continue to damage? if we are all right there, naked on the floor dead with shame, why? Why laugh at the next door if we are just like him?
I think it is too. Not because we deserve it, but because we need it as well. Respect. Loyalty. Honesty. Where were their values, human? We must learn to feel, learn to accept, learn to give both cheeks ... We must learn to be men with a heart pounding and a soul that feels everything.
I have to learn to be me, I have to make the rest understand the importance of that. But I have a right to mourn and lock where I want and expect not ask me again how I am, do not expect no less sure that I will always count on you.
But equally, I will always have at least to you. I will always have even if you exclusively. And that sometimes makes me feel less alone.
