Cursed
psychoanalysis cheap! No, I already said over and over again many times small resonates with me now and everything rintintinera ditty: "The divorce of my parents did not affect me." But erre que erre with it. Like worms attacked mercilessly in the trunk of my great-grandmother. Yum-yum, yum-yum. Sure, I was always the prototype they were seeking: an introverted girl locked in a fantasy world (mostly fictional), who highlighted not want to, very humble and complex that no one knows where they left. I think by that train of thought the result of the sum can easily be reduced to a total of "Divorced Parents." Seemed to rub the legs and around like flies after a feast of exincrements of others.
I told them: "But my mom raised me well, humble," but is that my teammates make me feel unsafe, "but that in a world with so many people out and be different only achieved with time. " But no. Yum-yum, yum-yum, devours devours you, that all the blame is not Yoko Ono but your parents' divorce. A lack of wielding a little brains and are good patches prototypical right? The time it would take some years to prove me right, but the irreparable damage that psychoanalysis, which make no mistake professed not only psychoanalysts still carry with me and my character.