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It´s broken and I´m not able to think anything else. I make everyday about one hour sports to feel myself that I´m alive. Every muscle is hurting but it makes me feeling better.
Last sunday he wrote me a message it would be better for me and for him when we´ll stop this. Okay, we stopped this but I can´t stop my feelings. After my last relationship to a man I wasn´t able to feel anything, this is 3 years ago. Then he cames and droves me completly crazy. I´ve to think positive, I´m able to feel again but why in this way? Sometimes I hate my life.
I´m sitting about 500 km far away from home on my couch, no family or any good friends here. I know a lot of people but it´s not the same. When I need somebody to talk I go to my doctor. When I call my mom I always say I´m okay because I don´t want to make her any troubles. Nobody knows the truth. When I´m hang on today everybody would ask: Why? She was always a happy and smiling girl. Yes, I always smiling but not in my soul.
