One thing I really miss when I'm in Italy.
a true friend.
Yes, in fact, I have friends. Most males. And most are also looking for another part of me. And ok, but not good. I need a friend. A person more or less my age, with those who share ideas, do not criticize me for political and religious principles, that there is to laugh, but also to offer me his shoulder when I'm destroyed. A friend like my friend Jenny, with whom we stupid enough to say four to weep with laughter. A friend with whom freely criticize men (some men). A friend who does not judge me for the shit that I do. Yes, in fact, when I'm there I miss that, especially. And maybe it's the hardest thing of all.
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