I have my religion, I know what it implies, but honestly I don't know how long I can carry this heavy weight over my peace, my balance, my self-steem.
Once more I feel I need some help. But besides, I'm sure I have to make a decision and leave this crappy crazy people behind. Many years ago, I knew I had to leave that job to find myself. Now, I know I have to leave this house - I can't call it "home", because "home" is supposed to be the place where you feel comfortable, free of stigmas, free to be yourself. I don't ever feel this way here.
I don't care if it'll make me a completely lonely person. I really don't. I want to find my "home", my peaceful place. My financial balance as well. But again, I have to choose between my joy for travelling 30 days a year OR my peaceful boring life 330 days a year.
I'll never accept, or even understand, how can somebody argue with me while I'm sleeping. How can somebody argue to herself and blame me? I didn't take part on it, I was very busy living my life!
It's time to move on - actually, I'm very late...
