I have problem. I am tired to live on memoirs. Every day I all miss more. Very much I miss. It starts to prevent me and people with which I communicate. I cause them a pain, and forces what to hold all in myself already was not present. There has come such time when it is necessary to choose: all, at last, to overlook and start to live full life or to try to stick together the broken cup. On the one hand I understand, that already it is necessary to build the life, but not I want!!!! I can not entrust to anybody myself more!!!!! I do not want to deceive myself! It not my fault. My fault only that I think of other people a little. I do not know, how to me to be and what to do!