MLYAS, MLYAS...

Sometimes I just love myself and the things I do in kitchen! Fabulous crackers! Created and baked by me. ME, ME, ME!!!!!!!
I`m not sure if there are more than two or three people on this world who love me, but I surely know that I do love myself. When I hate myself, I cry. That happens almost every week. Sometimes more often. Like the last two months for example.
Doesn`t matter!
I`m gonna be happy I guess. At least that is what I expect to hear from the psychologist I`m going to visit next Wed.
I think the time has come to ask for some professional help. I`m in a horrible condition at the moment and I think that things are going absolutely out of control.
The point is that I feel like I`m perfect. But if I am pefect, than how come I can`t keep a simple man by me?

The last one is doing the impossible to go away from me ( he says "No, it`s not like that!" ) but I know it and I have a sure evidence about that.

The previous one ran straight to his home in Australia claiming I`m a bad, bad person who hates the gays and the asians ( I swear I`m not a rasist or a homophobe). Obviously he cooked up a reason to escape from someone who is deffinately perfect!

The man before the Australian guy, was just not the proper person for me and we didn`t match sexually.

The one before him was Kalina`s father. Let`s say we just couldn`t stand the test of being young parents, friends and lovers. Plus the money issue, of course. The last 6 months of our relationship were a real disaster so I was supposed to say "That is enough!". Something that hurt him a lot I guess, but I wondered if he ever asked himself what made me do it. People just have to try walk in the other`s shoes for a while. The world will be a better place to live than.

The one before Kalina`s father was good. Very good. I have no idea why I left him. He was the one who showed me what extasy is. My first orgasm I felt with him. I swear, I will never ever forget this moment. I hurt him a lot but those were extremely difficult times for me. I cant even remember this period of my life clearly. I`m sorry- if you ever read this. You know who you are.

Hm, probably I am not perfect. I`m surely not, but I know how much love I can give to someone. So much love... you have no idea. It`s burning me from inside. I have to let it out somehow. Unfortunately, there is no receiver of this love and I need someone to extract this poison from me. The love. It may kill me.

And by the way, I need sex. A lot of sex. Every day- to keep me on tune with the world and myself, because I am a real danger even for myself:):):)

Requirements;
1. Potent. Very potent.
2. Good and careful driver. (And lover, as well!)
3. Skilful.
4. Experienced with children.
5. Blue eyes....

Why do I have the feeling I know him?
Ако случайно не разбираш напълно английския ми, но все пак четеш блога ми, да, става въпрос за теб Калине! Сърди ми се, ако искаш, но единствения възможен начин да ме разкараш, е да ми го кажеш направо. Докато не го направиш, ще продължа да те желая и да се стремя към теб! Каквото и да ми коства това.