What comes around 30 years is usually a war bulletin. That is not careful, the list of dead or injured, but simply to the happiness of others. Successes, goals, marriage, children, graduations, contracts unique, star homes and luxury cars. It is a sort of wheel that has accompanied everyone around that age. And I comforted by this, I always smile, rejoicing for that or the other, prides itself on not being the least affected by what the world considers the steps required for happiness. For those like me, then, that never will be really happy, the situation is complicated somewhat. The truth is that this idea of \u200b\u200bhappiness is a stone, a sword of Damocles constantly hovering over our heads and see that most of those around you if they have free in impeccable style, a little bit, I admit it bothers me . The happiness of others, some time, make you feel inadequate. This does not mean wanting everything goes wrong at all, but at least it would be nice that not everyone came to my ears. I have already accumulated sufficient red confetti degrees, strings of participation in weddings, farewell to spinsterhood, receipts for games Gormiti in case "we had already", lists of friends who have lost pounds with minimal effort, toast to scrap careers ... Well, maybe it's enough. At least it is no need that I also happen that he married the son of my kindergarten teacher, the more thug in my class in elementary had a son and my boyfriend of 4 years (that right for the record has always gave that name without my having given consent least) live in a beautiful penthouse and earn two million per month. I am discussing with my for the tents, I have not yet graduated, my job is compromised, gem from my car is turning into jewelry, I have paid salary last week of May, the house is still to whiten and Friends have become a sub-Beautiful. Ah! However, I have beautiful nails ....
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