MONOLOQUE IN FRONT THE MONITOR

I know this is not about hoping apologies or letting the issue go; it goes much more distant than my common sense can understand. Anyway, nobody is wretched.

I am strong, very strong, that’s what I know; but it hurting so dreadful when it is the same situation.

I should be adjusted to, although I am not. That pain still there, as usually. Even that, the damage is not so shocking and I have knowledge of how is going to end the day, is to me the same kind of soreness.

I know how to forgive, I had done that before.

But, how can I do that if I have no chance to get recover? It is like I had a very big injury in my face and I don’t let it be dry enough to be sane, I will have that scar forever... I will have yours scars forever. This poor old hearth is just a very huge scratch mark.

I need to reborn, once again.

I have a lot of stories… one with 7 years old that found out the only place she can be safe at home was under the bed… another one with a sad little girl, 9 years old, who has no hopes and didn’t find out why she got a life, ‘cause she has been told she was useless and worthless… the store of a anorexic teen who never give her all potential just to get notice… the true story of a frivolous, selfish, soaring and eccentric woman…