Character: Innocent

Do you think my situation is stressful enough? Or should we wait for something else?

Cheese, and Italian olive oil (not quite olive and not very Italian - Italian for a hundred percent was just the mob, to engage from Tunisia left the tanker with canolas have done this a painful and not always hygienic way to my plate that I didn't know how I'm going to eat them on. And tea... No, I better not see who and as it rakes in piles.
In General, it looked like the world was no longer shy of me and showed me his nakedness. Not even shame, and all their countless srami: laid out in front of my face the same polynomial, which is so terrified, I remember, interested in the mathematics of the red cavalry. But with them it was a joke and me in reality. Moreover, the polynomial used to beat me with their spikes on all sides, cost me only a little to lose vigilance.

The mirror of the soul should be kept clean and clear and do your best to not start a ripple. So I tried not to hurt others and should even stupid social institutions, if their violation relied internal punishment. I have helped people than I could not doing this, however, is fetish and was generally good-natured and kind: it allowed to quickly forget the counter.
Of course, I wasn't pissed for having done me bad, taking it simply as one of the peculiar life of inconvenience. I didn't take offense at those who deliberately sought to insult me and humiliate, seeing it as a pathetic attempt to get me familiar.