I fucking hate when i’m always there to help people and then when I actually need help people just ignore me.
I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish… You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger.
Some goodbye’s never end.
They just linger, like regret.