I am addicted to 'go to bed' from the day he seized this body

Look at the clock ticking has more than 2 h in the morning, I can't wink, a resounding memories then why just be all over the siege in mind, crashing into each fiber, do the heart breaking. The bitter shame stars for scraping tear a soul which had to sleep alone. 18 years old-I, a handicapped child, clown, never touch with life has met the loveof England, mature man, recent experience, in the same key.

I've had "disease" is hard to say this ...

He began to conquer me by the look of the white face, all these leaders do not blemish as "baby", with pieces of mail are you nót diversions each character meticulous notes on white paper. I loved him, ecstatic to receive the kiss of life, satisfied with life like and desire that would forever, will follow you full lifetime. He apparently has not yet satisfied with the reality, we don't just stop at the sweet kiss is considered boring, meaningless, he started nagging. I determined to resist.

Time quietly drifting, you care more, lead me on launch, affable father, his mother something was not right, I have little worry, you said nothing, rest assured. He's gentle, sweet, pouring into my ear the words sugar honey butterfly, promises a happy future, don't know behind the fluted, tenderness that is both a fiendish conspiracy that I tried the building.

I turn to cry, the tears. He consoled: "before we married, he is also going to marry me", I keep laughing instead of the word agree. From there every time we are followed each other and do it. I become the porn and sexual addiction at would not know. Last week I go home, I urge you up early just to relations.

Since then he has the expression of a promiscuous, indecent. Why is this I? I often find the fun outside, get drunk throughout the night, never mind, leave me nhắntin haygọi. I can only see when you are friends with the dorm back as her thin, curved out already, smelled of alcohol and girls.

I accept all because love you too, try to compensate and improve themselves. But the thought of silver bẽo, he hastily married because who was pregnant, her wealth more important, ready to patch up the British new polymer sheet to him spending delight, something that her poor students like me doesn't have to be. I blame Mr. Sun had the poor to mấttình love, lose all.

On parting, he insulted me by the crude language for "The poor, wild things, I let you know I'm about to get married, don't disturb me any more". I turn on the smile, tears flush does not deter. I điếng pain, buried myself howling, stamping to hoarseness and asleep or not at all. I started to know alcohol tea, only new wine help me transcend melancholy are afflictions.

Fortunately, I also graduated from the school, the towel wrapped up in Saigon to work with faith ambitions. Instead of trying as promised with the family, I chose to let go down the total, eating fallen chơisa, music in the nightclub distilled wines thrill but I find myself lonely, too. I am helpless with reality, self turn yourself into village girl played. I sleep with how many men just to satisfy the body, men I couldn't count the bodies on the bed up.

With presentable appearance, there is something a bit plus the cute Office girl, I captured the sentiments of man? I like sex but sleep selectively, just sleep with people with intellectual vàtừng experience, they know how to make me satisfied. I always knew how pleasing afternoon and pretend innocence when needed, so dozens of intellectual men would be sleeping with me. I'm arrogant, privileged, always looking for the new man, strong, cold turn away if I am boring. To me, the man does not know how much is enough?

In fact, I never use them about money. I hate the dramatic, thanks, disdain the kind man betrays his wife just to go to bed with me. As intellectuals? Why are their brains shabby? Looks apart, fragrant hair tho my clean also conquered the uk? You're stupid too, why not brainstorm that I thought was just easygoing girl class to bed? I just want to satisfy the body described in. which is no longer the emotion, but I don't know how well they're cheap contempt, "free what does not work".

The play could not be eased the pain, just doing my body broken yellow, wilt. Now 26 years old, I wanted a family, dare not love anyone, or at nobody dare to love me again? I humiliating Athenian.=