I realize that it is not hard cheese made of that I try miserably to show the outside. Yes, they are not granite, but soft clay ... If you press me, I blurted into the hands of Mr Didò worse than my 4 year old niece imitating the Power Rangers ... I need certainty, I need to have everything under control and to plan my life in the near future, otherwise I feel poised over the void. And do not know what will happen, but most importantly, not being able to control events, makes me intolerant and terribly emotional. I'm hurt, I know. But if this continues, sooner or later I will go crazy ... that's for sure!
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