This is awkward in so many ways ...writing...in English (which I feel I lost on the road because of lack in practice) .
I reached the conclusion that even though I feel the need to write what I am feeling I am afraid to share it. People judge so easily ...just by reading your post on a blog or your status on facebook. And they have the impression that they somehow know what are you about and what you are going through ...
Feeling of being judged with the wrong proofs...feeling of being afraid to just let go be depressed if I want to be depressed and happy if happiness is what I am feeling.
People are afraid to be single and so they do all sorts of stuff to run away from that... but what happens at the end of the day when you put your head on the pillow is the moment of truth .
Sometimes you feel like an open book that nobody seems to understand. What? Why? Read it again.... I'm sure you will figure it out. You can't ...ohhh...but why? Damn....for me it's all so clear ....why can't you see through my glasses ? ...shit...I forgot ... we are wearing different glasses...
And we are reading other stories and we think that we understand...but do we?
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