Let me tell you something. 

When I was rlworking on my project, with feminism approach, I found sth called women in love. From the moment I realised I belomg to this group but, I thought it would work for every love. I thought it would work if you love your siblimgs, your children, you parents, your heloved one.

I was misteken. There is only one love that rums such women. You see I put on my make up. I get dressed but when I'm going out, that doesnt fit. I dont put on make up or clothes perfectly for anyone. I could do it just for one love. And now, when I do so...

It's like you're solving a math problem with ur usual process but the answer they show you is totally different. It doesnt fit.

Is it love anyway? No. I dont feel good even when he comes to my dreams... I guess it's just geeting used to somebody. A habit nothing more. A missing feeling for what is lost.

Anyway it was my decision and I'm keeping up with it. The fucked up stories, the damn things he did just made it easier.