If I am so happy the way I am, why I feel just like I'm missing something?
I can travel, study, buy a property or anything else I want, but I'm not quiet. Je ne sais pas.
Je pense que c'est toujour la même chose, la misma disconformidad, la angustia.
I'd like to go working so far. Comme sarà essere sola? Vivere sola?
It's my nature: when everything seems to be fine, I'm not happy.
Always the same thing.
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