Look in the mirror for a moment. Analyze a bit. And analyze a bit.

Two ears, two eyes, two nostrils, one mouth you. Annoying and what is right around the closed than the left, not noticing the fact, but you annoying. Brown eyes, but now are recognized in the world, constantly watching them .Are they still such as to fear that the paint thoroughly. Emerald brown eyes, so you're looking for a real long-term, finally satisfied, in part. Nose, and annoying, snub and give strange picture your profile. No problem, love the red and frozen, you look sweeter. Ears neatly without earrings, do not you remember when you last wore them, so you put them one day out of politeness. Commended them all, say that you are beautiful, your ego has been fed well for the day. Opinion on the lips you change depending on the leg on which to get up and get up regularly on the right foot, so every little bit you something is amiss on the lips, although they actually love. Fullness are decent, once you are too thick, just the second time. Office. The overall appearance of the face is in your chic. There would be no foundation left the apartment or that are pending arrests. Because you feel the need to hide all the ugly face, you feel like you have to hide anything you write on it, you are pleased when there is nothing, if nobody sees it. A kind of mask, that you asked. You even become so dependent that you make up eyelids literally in order not to accidentally somewhere outside the apartment cried, and prevention is going to look cool. It's fun and nice and all tucking under the carpet. You say you have beautiful teeth, you're at it ironically. Finally, the spacing between the teeth disappeared, the only visible proof that you're a liar of the first category. Now move on to your character. You are so accustomed to lie to you is a lie the truth. On a purely polite questions like "How are you?" Indifferent to the answer "Okay", so elegant, so confident, really feel okay and average make it feel good the team average. Professor of psychology, he described how body language to discover that the person is lying, mentioned the movements of the hand, you're up for it in yourself laughed. You have already learned to look the person in the eye and lie without being rude not to smile, before it was a problem, say something and not be so viciously smiled, expression of your disrespect and it deserved. The first and stuffed in a row when you need to order something small, "Our bus is late ," "We have the training, can we go with the last hour?". You got used to the extent that out of habit and sometimes lying to itself. "It will be all okay," "It's not so horrible," "You look great", "not your fault, you did not ever wrong," "You're right, you are always right." You're lying to you emotions. Even not, denied their existence. Sadness does not exist when it has the most, are not bound to anyone, and you're talking around to everybody 'and they are all yours. Denied the existence of love, like, this word does not exist in your vocabulary. You do not love anyone but yourself, you do not know what this means for you it is just random letters or syllables randomly piled spoken. And despite all this emotional coldness that you carry is that you sometimes pleasant, afraid to admit what has always already there in you, you're scared to admit that you love. You're not viable, but still doing it. I love him so much that you own reflection in the mirror reminds him, ready

to hit him back the same measure just because you want to be noticed in the crowd in the hallway or somewhere else and come to you with the same smile that carries the day when you as children may know you, to embrace as it always worked. I love him to such an extent that the only person who can cry, and love it to such an extent that he is the reason why confess all their mistakes, even those that are not yours, smilja excuses not to drop so bad, not to drop so bad. I love it so far as to confess everything bad on him for everything bad in itself, because all you have done it two years ago, because everything that you made two years ago. I look in the mirror and say to you that this is not true. I very much want to succeed, sometimes you use dirty methods that you come to what you want, justify their laziness, asking too high goals and good if you're the only one who believes in it. Sometimes you know who you are, sometimes you lose. Always getting on my nerves when people challenge you and say you're something else, they know they're something else because you know, I guess they know better than you who you are, what you have and what you are. So it is concluded in yourself and you think you're not good enough, that does not belong, that does not exist, you're not loud enough. The mighty questioning myself for errors, you know that you are limited, subject to rules and authority, do not you match your position, you want freedom, you have to share it with anyone, no matter how you felt that alone. No man is an island in itself, you never failed to convince. All too often you collapse and downs, you never get up to the end, lie youself that you managed to put in order, that things are in place and everything is as it should be. Things have never been in place, nothing is as it should be but as it is by accident / intent. Never managed to define happiness, because in your environment, it is as if there is, like everything else, except happiness. Everything has its word, its definition, no luck. Laughter, pleasure, joy, all happiness replaces. And well you and think this is it. Considered to be happy and happy is not the same. Would so many things for yourself, so you're convinced that you are worthy of all, none of them did not prove that you are, you just expect it . You see it in too much light, none of them is the one where you find yourself, but you still trying to create and be anything else, feel this is what you did, that it will only yours. And then the other side of you that did not agree and never again feel the intersection of roads. A thousand and one you face in one person, never to finish what you want to be, you little one, a few other, unspecified, well you so, and yet put in order in a hundred different groups of people and feel good inside of it. At the end of the day thinking about where it all went wrong. So trying to print and at least two coherent sentences to justify your existence, you can never find enough good word, and on average are never satisfied, the river must have a strong and full meaning. Low're just at the axial locations where you think you are strongest. Confidence to shoot only when you do not need to prove, get down head in situations where you need to show your teeth, lose in a variety of thought and analysis, although long since you claim that you gave up these methods. Once you know to press the

button without thinking, and despite the consequences eventually emerge as the winner from all this. What happened? Have changed too, and you're still the same. Lose it, you never really disappeared. And when the end you account all lies, all the downs, all the awards, every step, every tear, smile, success, meaning everything you always end up back at you and Him. I tell you you're dumb, one day you hate it, I was obnoxious, but always secretly want to be in his arms. Too many are coming back to it. You hate it, although you are sometimes poor in all this. You'll never admit it, not to itself, but also to him, you think you will not understand, you're actually almost convinced of it. For a change, you change it, not what you have been more, but you do not give up, even though sometimes you feel like you're on the verge of giving up. You stubborn, so what? And then all the blame to turn it on, you never completely wrong. Lie down in bed to think differently every night, they all do have something in common, except that it never delivered. You think so, and better. Not! You have to laugh every loop when I was a bad day, because only then are you putting others ahead of myself, just do not see how the inside you die, it is courage, and you feel that you are not brave. So laugh still. It will not repel the ruined walls in you, but it will be a moment removed from the scene. You are stupid, yes, but not crazy. One day, look in the mirror and think "Today I'll Succeed!" and then you'll feel good, just like I feel today ...