is seen that the "inspiration" to call it in some way, or rather the willingness to tell things to me anything just come in times of sadness. I had a bad time that I wanted to say anything and now, after a good half, again the sadness that so often accompanied me, and I now know, comes from the pain of rejection, which to hit me harder than others.
At least after last much know where my sadness comes, and I can fight my need to feel desired by those who desire.
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