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Montpellier (France), morning

Sometimes I behave in a way that doesn't make sense. Not even to me. I don't want to hurt people, but in the last year I am like a bomb, hurting whatever man tries to come close to me. I don't trust them. And so, I actually act in a way that doesn't match the way I think or the things I desire and want in my life. My private life is a disaster and lately I think it is my fault.