Saturday, March 6, 2010

Paper City 6 Arrows, I Spy

All's well that ends well.


Evvabbè, forget it. I. The woman's wrist. I followed the advice of people who were closest to me, telling me to think well: "my" I needed time, I had lost, I've taken over, maybe a little 'sooner than expected, but still, that's okay.
I'm happy. I think this
accounts. And the accounts that he is also, in spite of all that tells me that he had said / done in the past ten days alone, I know perfectly well that he suffered, that without me was wrong, and that if ' Last week he spent in a more quiet is because he knew that deep down I would be back, because it is impossible not to come back when you're madly in love. There.
End of time corny and pathetic. We try to go
things right from now on (and I would say that last night we did the big ...: D ok, from that point of view, we say that we never had any problems).
work ok. I no longer go to the publishing house for the master (free in the sense that I do not give a penny) because I can not. I'm exhausted. I work as a pacifier do more repetitions. And yes it's true I spend all my shit in, but you want to put the satisfaction? I should really start to seriously think about buying my gem, even now that I can think of, I do a ride here .

And I would say that this I can leave.

0 comments:

Post a Comment