Lucrurile chiar incep sa fie dubioase. La inceput, nici nu iti dai seama, it’s like appearing and disappearing. And things seem to be good. It’s later on when you discover that, on the interior, it has grown up that much, and it worsened, that you simply can’t handle it. Too big, too painful, too shameful, too dangerous to let others know. And it’s your own little dirty secret. Help? No, thanks. But be careful. Sometimes, too late could be really too late.
Niciun comentariu:
Trimiteți un comentariu