... replaces reason.
Last night I came home after a lovely evening in the company of my friends, I was driving him back a friend and was totally drunk that alternated between hysterical laughter to crying that made me so tenderly, I did not want I usually like to tease, it was a fake cry, but something intimate that he could not hide and I drove in silence the way home thinking about how many times I do the Pagliaccia, just like him, only to be invaded by an infinite sadness, my mind just stops on the many thoughts that I try to hide as much as possible.
We are very similar to us, we have experienced almost the same situation, we loved as few are able to do with all your soul and there it went wrong, and we both have built an outer shell that day day is getting harder and more resistant, for him it is only a few months, and years for me now that armor is getting firmer and it is increasingly difficult to scratch and when somebody tries, gives up most of the time in departure, and the fault is mostly ours.
Usually we're used to blaming others and do not realize that for people like us is our fault, we do not have the courage to let our guard down, do not allow anybody to do us evil, we have a fear of being fucking sick again, but above all we are afraid that someone might make life better again.
Sometimes we realize too late that those around us, or that when someone manages to break the armor we panic, we do not know what to do, we are torn, because on the one hand, there is should be able to let go again, but on the other there's always that fear of hurt us again, and then there is hidden, it becomes cold, aloof even acids in extreme cases and we continue to ask why you are still alone.
is a vicious circle, a wheel and that does not stop turning.
It takes courage? you need luck? we need determination? I do not know what it takes, I only know that these questions lately I can not give me an answer.
