of the stairs.

I feel like a big headache, I'm sunburned and I've got a throathache...and my english sucks. yaaay! -_-


Love you to death dearest,
thou I don't know you
neither your motives

I know your look
and your temper

and your last attempt to hurt me
and your last attempt to say you're sorry
and your last attempt to tell me a compliment
and not lying.

and you actully didn't lie
and I wept

but you still don't know me.
HAH! ashole!



what the fuck am I writing?