Fotos De Patricia Nabidad

mood on the ground like flies buzzing in my head ...

someone said, "How jealous, I suffer four times because they are jealous, because I reproach of it, because I fear that my jealousy end up hurting each other, I am very emotional subdue a banality: I suffer from being excluded, to be aggressive, to be mad and be like everyone else others ... or worse, I would add.

It 's our human nature that condemns us to necessarily be jealous of what we love?
I do not think, because many people are not. I was I did not either until a few year ago and I was proud ... What has changed, I would not know to explain.
However I can do to me or not I was provoked.
's not so much for fear of losing it, because I trust him.
is not excessive for a sense of ownership, because this is just a feeling that is not mine.
Simply, some looks, smiles, jokes, hugs my man reserve them for me and no other.
And this does not mean, mind you, claim the sole of his life: I could not imagine anything more abhorrent. In addition, if so, I was jealous of anyone interacting with him. But it's not, they are jealous of the girls there are in less than a palm of your hand ...
Mine is a jealous envy that someone else who shares some of my man who is often unable to get even for me. Probably it's all because of some of my insecurities, I realize there is something that you do not have, but I see in other ... But maybe also some unfortunate coincidences that lead me to think that, on the other hand, the respect for me or what I feel is inadvertently overlooked by the natural pursuit of personal pleasure ... and this is not malice, but because something that someone else has and I can not give clear that he is searching for him, you see ... I do not know how not to be frightened by this. He calls her friend and asks me what's wrong ... how to respond? ... That is I think that this can not or can not give him, friendship? A lively, friendly, outgoing and free and easy? Or an incredibly sexy body? And are worthless assurances that he is with me, not with another ... doubt that because if someone else had come forward before me it would surely have had to if I have it and it is difficult to erase ...
Some say that there is no love without a little 'jealousy ... maybe this is my "little'"... who knows what his ... Recently I have been unable to see it or noticing it ... maybe he is much better than me, or a better person why not try some little things ... and anyway I did not ever happy to show my love, indeed, has the unbeatable ability to make me suffer more, when you notice or talk about it ... for the series: "Love means helping each other ..." I think he means only the jealousy as "incazzatura of treason" and I can not explain that to me is not so ... What should worry about this resentment toward my "fear of losing it"? I would not want to fear that our love is not "perfect" is really me to crack ... Aw, Snap! A holiday "quiet" this year no, eh? :)