And I cry. And I'm confused. And I do not know what to think. And my life is going to pieces and I have not even noticed. And is complicated, difficult, painful is having to make a choice, have to go ahead anyway, right or wrong choice. What then, more of a choice. Many small choices affect my life, so many crossroads from which will depend on my future, my future, my everything. But there is really fate? Everything is already written? But if so, a choice not true I do, however, if it is already written in that book called destiny. Yet why do I feel so confused, so paranoid, so saddened knowing that then I will surely have a regret for having chosen one thing and not another. And then, because you can not make any choice? I think that's one thing, a thing called fucking life.
Michela.
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