later I'll read back and think: what did she mean? Or why do they think that? Now I feel the pain, which I smile later. Two thoughts compete in me; why I'm so worried about an event that is not to turn back, and why can not I, as I realize not occur to me that I hurt feel an almost physical way?
If I do not know what to write, it is almost evening .
The children still play outside, I hear them shouting and laughing. They are so innocent. The pains come later. Mom is cooking, I hear the pans. It seems like she is always in the kitchen. Later, I want a man who can cook too, I refuse to be a housekeeper.
I decided to put what happened out of my system. It is now still on paper, why would I then load further along? The anxious feeling that everything makes me why I push based on an illusion, a figment of my imagination, stalking me. We, and especially I, have we exposed and that was a big mistake. I intend to control me now; First watch the cat out of the tree. To take any risks.
Wordt vertaald, even geduld aub..