Grade I saw myself (just to see if I could so leave the house, or I'm doing this for good reasons, except when shaving, only very rarely) in the mirror and thought spontaneously: 'My God, look at you the, at least a shave and a little more Contenance could not hurt. '
As it brings a, but the night before drinking two bottles of no absinthe, ready, yet in the afternoon to look like that? (I really would not - I'm a woman - to see that stupid mirror.)
At first I had the idea that thinking the beauty (even the very relative) not befördere, this rejected but then, zuwenigst of offense.
Making the mirror responsible, I rejected even faster.
Then I came up with the idea that there was no pleasure to me.
That did not explain the cause as well. It likes me though often lack the desire to wash, clean and tidy, but I generally do not suffer from lust incorrect.
I may be getting older from yesterday to today hardly toes years, I no fouler than the usual hardships was during this time received, it can almost only be because I (apart from the to be trimmed facial hair) too bad, too pessimistic looking.
Not too bad dreams, Mephistopheles, which I precisely, the fist-explanatory, again more concern myself than he probably loved, did not dare let alone approached me to become even more of my ridicule einzuhandeln, which normally would only be another reasonable explanation namely those that I was unhappy (or at all) in love.
But I would not know anything.
I am now in love already in one, without that I would catch that?
On closer inspection, you will probably have to admit that this kind of idiotic-tragic cases were probably already own.
Aid me now to find out what her name?
Usually it harms the recovery, at least to the doctor, who also wants to live on something, not knowing what the patient is suffering. Should I be but actually in love, I would be me not so sure.
Would it that way, it would most likely better, I would forget it simple, which fell far more difficult, I knew in what concrete Dulcinea.
Okay, I do not know and it will also prefer not to know.
Everything was just a momentary mental stress disorder, I go after the Lidl, shaved, as though nothing had ever been.
