The Curse of the girls 
Since childhood I have been a great gonorreita. I remember my mom saying I could write a book about all the employees that went through my house and I had charge of boring. Every time I had seen wondered why we changed both "girl" and my mother began to nagging explanatory ... is that the child hit him with a bucket to Argenis, is that he threw away the bag out the window Marbelle Patricia (this is called a), Norma spat in the face and shouted filthy black, Dona Ana gave the iron in the head, burned his shoes Pancha, well, kid stuff.
Fortunately I grew up and the domestic situation of my house changed, but the curse of the girls went to the boys. None of them have stuck with a ladle, nor have I cried black pig, but could also write a book about all the boyfriends or prospects who have gone through my precious and unstable love life. I've had relationships of 15 days, 1 month and up to 5 ½ months maximum, and now I am to beat my own record took 10 days with a new boyfriend and I finished it.
As always I was the establishing, or requests the table, or whatever, I've also been unilaterally terminating relationships. Well, only once I have taken, and was accurate when it could not be more in love. Remember the ghost? ... Well, the same. This should not say, but my situation borders on the pathological: several times when I think how ask the box to someone, I'm thinking about how I'm going to end, so without further ado, without even having square. I'm bad, right?
always told my friends: "Seriously yes it is!" They were interested and asked who he is, what it does, where it came from, etc.. Now I say: "I picture", and die of laughter. They do not want anyone else to know, not to get close, I have said that they also have feelings and do not want to pretend again before the release of the day, or the name confuse anyone. Moreover, this boyfriend who I have kept it secret right now the way out. I did not tell anyone anything until I box to see if it worked, and display.
Some people tell me that I did not really love. I have certainly not have been in love 80% of my boyfriends, I do not think that love is true only if it lasts more than a certain time. Just as the stars, I guess I love shooting there, like mine, which glow for a very short time, turn off fast, but they are giving a lot of happiness. Oops what a bear, I got pink.
If the situation were different and always cast me as a stray dog, a survey would my tormentors would get percentages and graphs in Excel, and so know the precise reasons for loving my failures. I accept my mistakes and put them to work hard to not screw up again. But no! Whenever you finish someone is for a different reason. I know the problem is in me, but I do not know exactly what it is. I need to find the cause of my ex cobs.
Am I demanding? Too unstable? Too bitch? Or is it all the time with people I crazy? Will I always lie when they say that their relationship lasted a year and a half earlier? Will I have a problem emotional amnesia? Am I allergic to commitment? or, contrary to Jaider Villa, "I just came to this world to make friends? I do not know! Just listen to L'amour by Carla Bruni and my mind goes a timeline divided into many small parts. ... L'amour pas pour moi!. If my father knew that most would insist that I need therapy, but he does not know I had a boyfriend and a psychologist, did not last long, and threw him mad. Could it be that I am crazy?
Some friends say I'm a bastard heartbreaker, that everyone fell in love and then get bored and miss. Well, not only my friends, too I know people say that, I have already gained fame. But others tell me to relax, I'm very young and I have to try all the entries before deciding on the dish. Both are right, but I get depressed and I was vomiting up every time someone tells me they will first birthday with her boyfriend.
I've had people very valuable in my collection, but I've never regretted take anyone. I still miss the cot in two of my ex, but no more. I do not speak with any and I think everyone hates me because if I put the horns, the burst without just cause or they got quick replacement. Sorry, it's my nature. Now I remember Argenis, Marbelle Patricia, Norma, Cob, Pancha, Dona Ana and others, and yes I know I fucked up with them, I hope you will forgive me for the dirty deeds they did, although some deserved by Sapas, let me see a Star Reach 2, juicing guava or sausage soup colicero that he so hated.
Sometimes I dream that girls and boys bored bored meet me and kidnap me, lock me in a cellar, violate me with a spoon without a condom, I burn the ass with iron, black pig yell at me and I spit in the face, and on top I get to pick up the trail. Then I take to the streets like a dog and Two days later I call them crying and asking what I needed, why I do not want, what should I do to reclaim them.
good thing about having so many boyfriends and prospects is that you have more points to compare and more powders to remember. As my mom finally got the girl that best cooked and most enduring my tantrums, I'm going to stay with the best. Instead of seeing it as a problem I'll take it as a process of selection. Someday I will celebrate an anniversary and I invite all my friends to shut down their snout, and participation will be sending all those fags resentful I do not know and talk to me like the terror of interpersonal relationships, as if I did that of pure hp ... no! I also get stressed when I miss someone, I have my little heart.
Can you help me discover what I have? Please!! I need to end this curse of the girls. Will be that if I make a market for each of my victims will forgive me home and meet my boy forever? Or really I have to go to a psychologist?
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