how to live normally, when you have pain inside, when in your eyes your esteem is only show-off, how to live every day without love, how to love life if no one shares your bed, how to make up for boredom to finally have a life, how to go out and meet people when you have no money, how is that the question, the one that saddens me with reason, why it is me who has lost her home?Why does God make me suffer? Is it to punish me for a previous life? Or would I have committed a sordid and major act, waiting for the why and how of things, I try to see life in pink but the worst is that I continue to suffer and I have difficulty holding back from what I would like to tell him to make myself suffer in this way.
